The holiday soundtrack at our Thanksgiving dinner is a modified version of Frankie Valli’s Big Girls Don’t Cry. Just as the Turkey is about to be served, Joel and I would bust out into our version of the song called “Dead Birds Don’t Fly”. The chorus is easy, making up new lyrics for the rest of the song is the challenge for each year.
A holiday tradition is an edible art project where we make turkeys out of apples, marshmallows, raisins, and toothpicks. Extreme care is required when selected an apple with the appropriate turkey physique, and the mark of a good craftsman can be identified by the quality of the turkeys plumage and tail. Of course there is always the elusive self standing turkey, and the delicate balance to decorate the turkey without making it so heavy the legs get pushed into little stubs.
My mother was an Art teacher and would often come up with holiday themed craft projects. This tradition was reinvigorated in recent years with the grandchildren going to Bubbies for Thanksgiving. Someday soon, my boys will build turkeys that can stand. Somebody please tell Jacob that oranges are not approved fruits for this project.