The holiday is over. Thanksgiving leftovers have been divided and distributed to family members and probably consumed as much as they will be. Furniture is back in place. A psychologically satisfied feeling replaces the physically bloated one. Outside autumn, at least in New England, signals its readiness for winter. A cold front really is cold. There go the last of the tender plants hanging on. Oaks have finally let go of their leaves. Front step potted mums are shot. Even the squirrels are pretty much finished working over front porch pumpkins. They will return to their regular diner – camped out under bird feeders.

The holiday is over; bring on the holiday. But then we already know it is here whether we like it or not.

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