Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving!
Today we gather as a family in Thanksgiving for all the great things God has done for us.
Advertising has commercialized the occasion and influencers are calling today a day of mourning, but not here at the Campfire. We stand solid in how we express thankfulness and come together as a family.
I wonder if we are in the days described in the Bible when I look around at the world around me.
Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened.
Romans 1:21 KJV
We at the Campfire are Thankful!
In short, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on our blessings, and let our Maker know of our gratefullness.
In my opinion, a spirit of thankfulness transcends tradition, culture, and religion. Whether you participate or not, I would like you know I appreciate each and every one of you that visits the Campfire. I am thankful knowing I have the best community of readers and contributors on Earth! You all are amazing!
We have a few deep rooted traditions in our family. For many years, It was my responsibility to make the turkey. I would go with my parents and we would “hunt” for the perfect one at the grocery store. I have prepared the turkey for somewhere around 25 years now.
I have passed this responsibility to a 12 year veteran of life, and he takes the honor very seriously.
In fact, we practice beforehand to get everything just right.
Another tradition we hold is a poem is readby world renowned blogger Herb Thiel titled When Father Carves The Duck.
When Father Carves the Duck
by Ernest Vincent Wright
We all look on with anxious eyes
When Father carves the duck
And mother almost always sighs
When Father carves the duck
Then all of us prepare to rise
And hold our bibs before our eyes
And be prepared for some surprise
When Father carves the duck.
He braces up and grabs a fork
Wheneer he carves a duck
And wont allow a soul to talk
Until he’s carved the duck.
The fork is jabbed into the sides
Across the breast the knife he slide
While every careful person hides
From flying chips of duck.
The platters always sure to slip
When Father carves a duck.
And how it makes the dishes skip!
Potatoes fly amuck!
The squash and cabbage leap in space
We get some gravy in our face
And Father mutters Hindu grace
Wheneer he carves a duck.
We then have learned to walk around
the dining room and pluck
From off the windowsills and walls
Our share of Father’s duck
While Father growls and blows and jaws
And swears the knife was full of flaws
And Mother laughs at him because
He couldn’t carve a duck.
I hope you enjoyed the poetry! Here it is as read by Herb Thiel himself!
What traditions do you have for Thanksgiving? Let me know in the comments below!