The hardest part about Thanksgiving dinner at our house isn't the political debates or the burnt rolls.

It's trying to discreetly unbutton your pants under the table without anyone noticing.

Thanksgiving at our house is always a test of endurance.

First, you survive the family gossip, then you survive the tryptophan.

Why was the stuffing feeling anxious on Thanksgiving?

Because it was stuffed with emotions

Why did the cranberry sauce go to therapy?

Because it was feeling a little jellied under the pressure of the holiday season