"A holiday you don't celebrate." Debi let herself be hugged, glad that she'd put the turkey on the sideboard instead of greeting him with the platter in her hands a la Norman Rockwell. "Thanksgiving is sort of like a harvest festival, but mainly it's about getting together with family and friends and, well, giving thanks for what we've got."
She stood on her toes to kiss him. "Like each other - and our friends - and our home - and our jobs - "
Snitch whined again, and Debi knew it was time to serve. "We'd better eat before she goes completely berserk. And, yes, I fed her an hour ago, the greedy girl!"