I will stuff a chicken (prefer it to turkey) and enjoy it with my two cats and one dog. At 69 I have finally realized I am happier alone on holidays. Being with NTs and trying not to be annoying for all those decades was exhausting. My sons are 20 and 3000 miles away and they will call me and they will probably also talk to each other. One son has a wife and the other is divorced, but almost always has a live-in girlfriend. The divorced son is a gourmet cook and they will enjoy a sophisticated feast. I have a living brother 6 hours away and called him on Wednesday for double duty--happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday. He turned 74, his daughter is dead and his wife is still living. Anyone want to join me in a nauseating chorus of "Over the River and Through the Wood"?