Today was Thanksgiving.
The turkey was cooked; the flavors of the rich gravy, and mint sauce was smelled in the huge kitchen; the potatoes, green beans, and red wine filled the glasses in the cellar.
'Mary, time for festive dinner'.
'Okay, Mom'.
Mary gazed at the pre-Christmas decorations on the house in New York. Snow wasn't falling; the snow hadn't come because the temperature wouldn't come until December.
It was going to be a great holiday season.
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