Ah, SRS, you've got it. Passing around the stories is the most important part. Presently, Thanksgiving is the most laid-back of holidays for me and mine. My three urchins and I all like to cook, and we never declair an intended serving time. These past few years, we get up and put on the morning television news show to see the hilarious cooking tips. Eventually we make the stuffing, put it in the bird, and set it to roast. By then, the parades are being broadcast, and we wander from living room to kitchen. We put together the relish tray, then go back to see something rediculous (like a marching band playing Maxwell's Silver Hammer; the commentator folks either didn't know the tune or were too chicken to identify it). And so it goes until stuff is done. So far, we've gotten our acts together enough to be changed out of our pajamas by dinnertime. So for us it's a day devoted to relaxation and rememberances, topped off with a healthy dose of triptophan. After we put the food away, we're so tired htat we happily stagger to our beds for a turkey-induced nap.