Golden brown, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie staring at you from the dinner table. We give gratitude to everything good that has ever happened to us. The date, an indecisive number, moves back one every year until 22, then it moves up to 28 again. The family gathers round and say their thank yous before the glorious feast and parades are heard out on the streets. Everyone is hugged and kissed before the beautiful day after Thanksgiving begins and people can flock the stores they love.
I'm sorry this isn't really detailed, it's mostly because I have never experienced thanksgiving for myself, so I can't really explain the atmosphere of it. I'm just writing from a third person's point of view.