I like all of the traditions around Thanksgiving as much as I like Thanksgiving itself. For the last few years on Wednesday afternoon, I've taken a walk around town to inspect the decorations. Our town has turned itself into a little Christmas destination, so it's nice to have a peaceful stroll before the tourists arrive.
Gazebo decorated: check.
Turkey Joints on the shelves: check. Turkey Joints are a Central New York specialty - a fantastic confection with a chocolate center and a hard candy shell. Someone thought they looked like turkey bones when they first were made years ago, and the name stuck. Clearly this was before focus groups and branding became popular, because it's a terrible name for candy. But it is wonderful candy.
After we ate on Thursday we sat around and watched football and snacked, and I restrung some glass bead garland for the tree and made some icicle ornaments with leftover beads. We talked about our plans for the weekend, and my son had it down pat. Thursday was Thanksgiving, and Friday, he said, was our tradition day. Which he did not need to explain further. It's the day we eat leftovers and put on Christmas movies while we start decorating. Tradition Day is a much more appealing idea than Black Friday, and I think the name will stick. We'll keep decorating today. It's been snowing this morning, and there's a fire in the stove, and it's looking like a very nice day ahead.