There's pumpkin cheesecake and tiramisu. Apple dumplings with vanilla ice cream and homemade caramel corn. And no cake. Not right.
For a week I've been waking up extra early each day. Inevitably I end up in the family room watching Miracle on 34th Street or Little Women, enjoying myself. This morning I remembered Thanksgiving at my grandmother's . . . those sterling silver candy dishes on the buffet, one filled with mixed nuts, the other with chocolates. They meant the holidays. So I reached into my cabinet and took them out. A little silver polish is all I need . . . and mixed nuts and chocolates. Building memories, it's a good thing.