Brought to you in living Technicolor.
And bigger than any wide-screen TV.
Don’t touch that dial.
The moment has come.
Dinner is served.
Thanksgiving—a traditional meal of many colors.
Equal to a painter’s palette.
Each dish bringing something different to the table.
Kinda like people.
The golden brown turkey.
The golden yellow yams.
Turkey dressing colored in camouflage.
What’s green, brown, and beige, and always served at Thanksgiving?
Yep, green bean-onion ring casserole (with cream of mushroom soup).
The table groans with food.
Dark red cranberries.
Creamy white mashed potatoes.
Dark brown gravy.
Multi-colored jello mold.
Light green salad.
Dark green pickles.
Dark-orange sweet potatoes.
Green celery stuffed with white cream cheese.
Light golden brown biscuits.
Pumpkin pie (the color of… pumpkin).
Creamy white whipped cream.
And don’t forget the libations.
Nature joins in too.
Leaves of every color falling to the ground.
Bluestem turning dark pink.
Sun intensely white on the western horizon.
Silver stars against midnight blue.
The cornucopia overflows.
Come gather round.
Take your seat.
The day is short.
The moment passing.
And dig in.
Don’t worry about overeating.
You can walk it off on Saturday.
At the annual Light Up Our Town festivities beginning at 4 p.m.
A tradition sponsored by Alpha Beta Psi.
Santa shows up at the Courthouse on the Mason V.F.D. firetruck.
Warm up with hot chocolate provided by The Line Shack.
Entertainment provided by Mason I.S.D. children.
The lighting of the square happens at 6 p.m. sharp.
And many shops stay open late for holiday shopping.
So get after it.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.