She was the obvious choice to host Thanksgiving; she had a incredibly magic touch, which tended to add shimmer to any event. Plus she was grateful beyond compare. If she was the last person on Earth, in fact, you can bet her last words would be thank you.
She spent the morning making purple potions, which she thought would coordinate nicely with her menu of greens and golds and buttery browns. Her music list included a lot of reggae and early Michael Jackson because she thought it was so much lovelier to be thankful while dancing and singing along. And her guest list was diverse and never-ending; it was her dream to marry everyone in her life together, at least for a day, and Thanksgiving seemed like the right time to do it.
In a last-minute burst of genius, she set up a kissing booth in the corner of the kitchen, with all proceeds going to the homeless shelter near her office. Her friends and family were so generous, she thought, as she wiped her hands on her apron - stitched boldly with the words Kiss The Cook - and just knew it would be a very good Thanksgiving, indeed.
Or yet another perfect Thursday.
Kisses just have a way of making that happen, yes?
