Essay On Thanksgiving

“Thanksgiving is a time for family and friends. Show your gratitude and love for each other. Make memories to last a lifetime.” The radio was playing an array of cheery holiday music, the kind that gets stuck in your head until April. Well of course, that’s what I assumed was playing. I could only hear the deep bass guitar and high notes through all of the commotion. “You were supposed to bring the extra salad! No wonder mom thought you would drop out of highschool!” yelled Uncle Bob. I had given myself the pep talk, “It’s one meal how bad could it be? After all, they are my family,” and reminded myself, it was a time for family and fun. But every year Uncle Bob, Aunt Molly, and Uncle Mike would start fighting and then it would blow up into

Everyone found their plates and got their food. After everyone sat down we began to say what we were thankful for. “I’m thankful that we have food on our plates,” said Cousin Tony. “I’m thankful that we have a roof over our head,” said Uncle Joe. “I’m thankful that I only have to see Molly and Mike twice a year,” said Uncle Bob and any side chatter that had been going on stopped. Everyone knew what was coming next, the big fight. “I’m thankful that I have a family who loves me, unlike you!” exclaimed Aunt Molly. “I’m thankful that I have a steady, well paying job and don’t have to pay for a divorce every two years,” yelled Uncle Mike. I knew that I would have to move before i got hurt or food all over me. But before I could get out of my seat I heard a loud bang and saw the bowl of gravy that was on the table now splattered against the wall. Uncle Bob was standing up, red in the face, yelling at both Aunt Molly and Uncle Mike. Grandpa John’s forehead scrunched up as he saw Aunt Molly pick up a knife and wave it around like a baton. Mr and Mrs Smith both jumped up and tried to stop the fighting but only succeeded in having mashed potatoes thrown in their faces. Everyone was standing up, yelling and trying to stop the fight. But the argument between Uncle Bob, Aunt Molly, and Uncle Mike soon turned into a full on family feud. Pieces of food were flying in the air, old arguments brought to the new light, and even a fist fight in the middle of the floor. Uncle Bob belittling Aunt Molly and Aunt Molly cutting Uncle Mike down could barely be heard through all of the other noise. There was no way that the family could band together and be civilized. But the oven dinged and Aunt Carol sprinted over. She took out the apple pie and as people immedistley stopped what they were doing and walk over to the table like zombies. As Aunt Carol cut the pie everyone shoved