Why did the cranberry sauce stop in the middle of the road?

Because it was a jam!

After Thanksgiving dinner, my family doesn't need a digestif.

We need a designated napper.

Alright, everyone, the moment of truth has arrived for this magnificent turkey.

I just hope I don't *fowl* up the carving.

I've got a great idea for a Thanksgiving joke, but it's still in the

thawing-out process