This year for Thanksgiving, my parents came to McAllen and we re-enacted the original Thanksgiving by dressing up as Pilgrims and Native Americans, wearing very authentic and traditional costumes.
Mary Hoffman took on the role of Little Big Heart, while the Len-Man took on the role of the Drunk, Lopsided Pilgrim. "It was pretty fun," Leonard says, even though we forgot to open his can of cranberry sauce.
We made sure to sleep that night on festive blankets laced with typhoid germs so on the morning after, we were plenty sick and ready to travel north, toward San Antonio, so we could solemnly remember (by removing our hats before we entered the sacred space) the Alamo. Photos of this to come, courtesy of my dad who can't yet figure out how to send me his digital photos. But, anyway, it was a slaughter-filled Thanksgiving! We've got our new cow-skull Christmas ornament to prove it.
And now that Thanksgiving's over, it's time to start the War on Christmas by spending all our wampum on Princess toys.