It's just going to be me, the wife, and her two kids, and maybe one or two of her son's college friends who can't get home. We usually sleep in and start around 10 or so, preparing for a late afternoon or early evening dinner. If it's cold, we'll get a fire going. We put on some music that we only play on Thanksgiving. She has a CD called A Broadway Christmas that has a stupid song on it named "It's Turkey-Lurkey Time". My stepdaughter doesn't accept it's Thanksgiving unless she hears that (she 24 fer crissakes
). We'll also play a fiddle CD called Harvest Home by Jay Unger and Molly Mason, which also has that theme song from the PBS Civil War series on it. Then Arlo's Greatest Hits, which has "you know what" on it. I spend most of the day alternating between helping in the kitchen (peeling potatoes, re-cycling dirty pots and pans, stuffing the bird, and so on) and watching the games with the sound turned off. You can almost bet that sometime in the afternoon, I'll have to run out to pick up one or two ingredients we forgot, or to buy wine. Then, it's take out and rinse the "good" china we only use on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. Set the table, and chow down without too much fanfare. Maybe one toast and that's that.