I am in the grocery store today (its Monday after all) and I hear a Christmas song over the speakers. I know. I know. They have been playing Christmas songs for weeks now. But it struck me today that Thanksgiving is not over for me. It's still here. It was only four days ago for crying out loud. See, I have this thing about celebrating a holiday so soon that when it is finally here, one is sick of it and ready to move on. I like to live in the feast. In the moment of the day/event itself. Anyway, I am choosing to still be thankful and want to share one of my favorite books of the season. I spotted it at my mom and dad's house, where we spend Thanksgiving every year. The text of the book is the lyrics from the song "Over the River and Through the Woods." Here are some of the illustrations from the book and our version from Thursday. Similar but modernized a bit.
"Over the river and through St. Paul, to Grandma's house we go. The van knows the way, to carry us all through the white and slippery snow. Oh.