It’s hard to believe that the wreath and dried cornstalks and potted mums set around her lamppost will all be put away soon, making way for twinkling lights and garland. But for now, it’s Thanksgiving.She turns on the kitchen television in time for an important steadfast tradition, her father’s holiday forecast.“Snow, snow, snow?” He shakes his head and motions to the clear weather map of the east coast. “No, no, no.” The map widens, showing the entire country. “The sunny morning is custom-made for high school football games across the land,” he continues. “But be sure to bring your blankets, and scarves and mittens too. Because it’s awfully cold out there. What I am predicting is a rushed return to warm houses filled with rattling pots and pans, tinkling silverware, and the best part of the holiday … that aroma, oh that delicious scent of turkey cooking in the oven when you walk in from the cold.”“Wait.” Vera sniffs the air in the kitchen. Then she goes outside to the chilly morning and stops on the front stoop for a minute while rubbing her hands in the cold before walking back inside to sniff again.Nothing.She looks at her father wearing his snowflake tie on Thanksgiving, wishing and hoping for a bit of snow, hoping to usher in the Christmas season this weekend with at least a dusting of the white stuff.
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