Day Two: Sandwiches made with leftover rolls, butter and previously carved pieces of turkey make their ways into our menu. Apple pie has always been better on the following days, and the ice cream only gets bigger with each scoop as does our waistlines.
Day three: Mashed potatoes, thin tasteless gravy, and stuffing are not enhanced by any amount of time spent in the microwave, and yet, it’s our next meal. We shovel it down like it’s our final dinner and wipe our mouths as we conclude with a small, not quiet so silent, ‘bur-rap’.
Day four: The cats can finally take their pleasure with the turkey leg bone as we’ve picked what meat we can for our meat pie. The bone is polished white within the hour and I wonder where the small aged kitten draws its strength from to conquer such a beastly meal.
Day Five: We’ve finally left the house and our world is bright with lights all around us. There are odd variations of red, blue, white twinkles raining down upon us in a variety of shapes. Tree, stars, melting ice, we’re surrounded by lights that will surely only shine for a short amount of time within the next month or so. We have passed into the next holiday era. Our walk is brief. We stroll across the street, to our nearest neighbors, who have invited us, in all of their newness as a couple, for a hosted dinner of turkey, potatoes, stuffing, gravy and pie. We don’t resist the invitation for dinner, for as in the words of the Borg….restiance is futile. mmm, futile!