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Thank you avid. I always try hard to ground my stories. I want people to feel they could enter into the home of my characters and feel at home. Thank you for the review.

You are too kind, Billy. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you Robert. I always try to explore a theme with my holiday stories. Glad everyone seemed to get it.

Thanks Jo. I wanted to show how different generations handle things. While Henry only listened to what Nick had to say, his children knew more about Peter. Glad you enjoyed.

Thank you Terry. I often try out some idea I want for the holidays. I don't know if I will come back to Henry and Peter, but at least I got the message out. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Thank you all for the many kind birthday wishes. Taking the day as it comes and trying to enjoy it.

Hi Again. Well, my life has been something of a mess lately, however I finally have a new story. I have a tendency to do holiday stories. Usually, they revolve around Halloween or Christmas, but this year I did Thanksgiving. Sorry it is late but I am just happy I have something to share again. Feel free to leave me comments either here or on the comment page for the story. https://www.gayauthors.org/forums/story/comicfan/thanksgivingforgiveness

Henry leaned over to take another sip of his coffee as his wife strode into the kitchen. She stood before him, crossed her arms, and tapped her foot on the slate flooring. “What?” Henry tried hard not to look up into his wife’s face. “Henry James Thompson, I am ashamed of you.” Henry sighed and looked up to see his wife shaking her head. “What did I do now?” He groused as he slipped his cup back onto the table. Rose sat across from Henry and splayed her hands before her. “Did you do the one

Henry has known Peter since he was a little boy. He watched him grow up, but rather than trust the man he listens to the stories of Peter's father, allowing them to influence him. What is the truth and will it make itself known before Thanksgiving is over?

Will have to double check.

Happy Birthday Matt!

When mom was alive Christmas was an event. The house and tree were decorated the first weekend that came after the 8th of December. (Mom wasn't sure when I would arrive so they set up the Christmas tree on Thanksgiving evening and by Christmas my mother couldn't take it any more. After that it was put up after my birthday. ) That night Christmas music would play and every inch of the house seemed to get decked out. In my basement now are nine boxes of ornaments. When I say boxes I mean this suckers are huge. Doesn't include the rest of the decorating stuff. After the tree was done and the inside then the outside was decked out too. Lights on the trees, light up Santa, and a bunch of other things. I had moved away and once Mom passed, Dad got rid of everything for the yard. He has a small decorated tree that is about a foot tall he uses. Nothing else is done now. The food used to be cooked in advance. Mom liked to have a buffet style for Christmas eve and Christmas. Turkey, Ham, and all sorts of salads. Now it is whatever Dad wants, I cook for him. The big holiday is over. As he constantly reminds me, I'm single with no children so no real reason to celebrate. I still send my cards and happily hang up any I get on the card wreath my mother had. not much any more but that is Christmas.

Christmas used to be such a big holiday in my house till my mom passed. Dad won't allow much. Christmas I stay in bed till as late as I can. I get up and make breakfast now. Then give my father his gifts. He will usually hand me mine, which is always a shirt and some really bad movie that I never would want to see. Then I hide out in my bedroom and open the gifts from friends and family.

Been in a Mama Cass sort of mood lately and this song has been stuck in my head.

No I don't mind. I ended up working 13 hours today Sly. I appreciate.

I always say I write the kind of stories I enjoy reading. I am happy when they find an audience, but if they don't at least I silenced that annoying little voice in my head that was saying, "Have I got a story for you and it goes something like this ..."

Thank you, Sly. I just really wanted a story to show when you love someone nothing is too much.

I love my peppermint in summer. I wish I could still eat strawberries but alas no longer. And yes, the things we do for the ones we love, show just how much we care.

Thanks. I seen everyone taking it for Thanksgiving so I wanted to turn that idea upside down. So why not a Thanksgiving feast in the middle of July when it is hotter than hell because that is what the one you love wants for their birthday. If you can't do the little things to show you care, the bigger things have no meaning.

I enjoyed that and hope you continue it. Shifters, hybreds and who knows what else just makes it fun.

The holidays are upon us. Cards, gifts, shopping, and a whirlwind of activity are happening already and we aren't even at Thanksgiving. People are already in the mood. Some have smiles and are singing holiday songs. Others are taking this time to rip into employees who have no choice but to work these jobs to pay bills. Some are happy and others are miserable. This year I am facing things a bit differently. Dad will not be out of rehab for Thanksgiving. In fact on Tuesday I have a meeting with what seems like half the rehab center to discuss Dad and his future, when he might come home, and in what sort of shape. Of course, my father still feels like he is running the show, telling me he is due to come home Monday and he hopes I am ready for him. He acts like this was just a small blip and he can lie about why he is in there or what affect it is having on him and his body. I will get to spend a few hours of his birthday with him. His birthday this year is Thanksgiving. I also work for one of those wonderful companies who are open on Thanksgiving so Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I am working wild hours and hope to get some sort of sleep. Add to the joy of this I have a cold that I think is mostly brought on by exhaustion and yeah not really in a holiday mood. However, this doesn't mean I am ignoring things. Just don't know if I will get out cards in time, never mind any sort of gifts. This year has me straining and feeling off. So while I wish everyone the best, if I am not acting like I normally do, you know why.

Happy Birthday Mikie.

Oh, up to me is it? Hmm. I have forgotten what prompts I have written til the end of the year. Hopefully something tickles your interest and you finish this little tale.

“A turkey? You want a god damn full on turkey dinner for your birthday?” Lou stood there with his mouth hanging open looking at his boyfriend. “Well, you asked what I wanted.” Ed stood calmly in front of the air conditioner trying to stay cool. “Honey, I don’t mind much but it is July and the temps for the next week are supposed to near a hundred degrees.” Lou stood and waved his hands pathetically in the air. “And you want a full on turkey dinner with all the fixings like we would have at Tha

For me this was a jumping off point. I haven't read your other work, but was able to follow what happened here. Never be afraid of dialogue. Sometimes just a word can have a huge impact on a story. I felt for the poor man as he sat there reading, remembering, and dealing with his grief all over again. Nicely handled.