Here's to the Feast, and to the family!
And here's to the hunters, away in the field, to hunt the savage turkeysaurus. We will sing their praises when they return, triumphant and covered in feathers.
And here's to loved ones a thousand miles (or two, actually) from us, whose hearth warms the next generation of giggly children who see nothing but the glow of the here and now, while we remember those who gave us the ground on which we stand, and which we till and plant for the next bounty, and see our future in these little ones who know nothing of what they will endure to bring that bounty to their own.
And finally, here's to those who stand on that wall, who stand that sea watch, who man those lonely outposts, who give up their comforts, their safety, their loved ones so that we may have ours.
Lift a glass for them all.
Amen.