It usually snowed that weekend and the day after Thanksgiving we drove to a little ranch nestled in trees and went on a sleigh ride. The horses were big and black and strung with red jingle bells. We slid through forest as the sun set and sang Christmas carols as the shadows turned the snow blue gray.
And my aunt welcomed us back with turkey noodle soup and hot apple cider.
And there was always pie and late night card games, and laughter.