They must think I'm their dad

Turkey turkey turkey. That's the theme of the day! Well, that and being thankful, but I am almost certain people are thankful for the turkey. So, it all comes out in the end.

Speaking of being thankful, here is a list of things I am thankful for.

• God and the power of redemption through his son, Jesus Christ.


• My wife, who is my rock and has stuck by me when most others would leave


• My job for making this Thanksgiving possible


• My kids for making the job necessary...plus they are cool little people


• and finally, the turkey...Henry

That's right...we name the turkey. Every year, without fail. Maybe we are masochist who enjoy knowing our prey before we feast upon it's flesh...or we have kids who insist on naming the turkey.

Which is weird...They have never offered up a name for the burgers we ate on Sunday, or the pork loin on tuesday (which, by the way, was excellent). Surely these poor animals would have appreciated the gesture of being christened with a name before we cooked them to perfection.

Which brings up another point...if you are Catholic, and you want to name your turkey, does their have to be a ceremony? Would you have to sprinkle water on it's head? Would I have to take communion before naming the turkey? And wouldn't that spoil my appetite for the dinner later? Would I have to buy a christening gown?

No offense to the Catholic faith, but now I am glad to be non denominational. We can eat our birds without all the pomp and circumstance.

Incidentally, does anyone know what I originally set out to write about here? Me neither. Must be the triptofan. Thank you to Henry, the sweetest of all the fowl.

Happy Thanksgiving!!!