Revenge of the turkeys?

Growing up, I always loved my mom’s display of little holiday candles: pilgrims and turkeys on Thanksgiving, choir singers and Santas at Christmas.

I’ve inherited a bit of that collection, and I think of her every year when I set them out.

Maybe it’s just 2020, but this year my brain leaped to a decidedly darker display.

This tragic scene decorates our piano. Seasons spent melting a bit in Mom and Dad’s attic gave the woman the perfect posture for her role. No, I did not behead the pilgrim. That happened in a (perhaps) accidental fall. 

I suspect our cat.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

We’re together in heart.