Thanksgiving

I find the thanksgiving holiday to be quite ironic. It's meant to be a day where we celebrate family and give thanks for all that we have, and then the next day go out shopping and buy even more stuff. However, this Thanksgiving  started off okay. I slept in, had a good breakfast, went swimming, and then in the afternoon got ready for our dinner. However, that all ended when my crazy uncle Al showed up for dinner. It had just begun and things weren't looking so good. All of my relatives were in heated discussion over politics, religion, etc. While everyone was arguing, I was busy stuffing my face with food since no one was watching. Just as I'm eating all the marshmallows off of the sweet potato pie, my uncle walks in. Everyone goes silent, and one of my aunts passes out, but I don't know whether it's from seeing him or all the beer she has had so far. He walks in wearing a camouflage tshirt, hot pink overalls, and Timbs. No one says a word, because the last time we were all together he took all the gravy and through it into a fire. Al looks around the room, with a mischevious smile on his face. He then walks up to the table, grabs the turkey, and throws it across the room like a football.

I was still eating, just slowly, trying to ignore my uncle hoping he would leave. I look up, only to see a roasted turkey flying towards my face.