I’m dreaming of a white Thanksgiving
November 18, 2007As we shop for the turkey, pick through Clementines, look at shelled nuts, the familiar tunes are coming out of speakers everywhere. I’m not ready. Few of us are, as we contemplate the big dinner ahead, is there enough of this, is there room for that, are we brining or not.
Maybe it’s because there are so few Thanksgiving-type songs.
