“You want this in the oven?” Dad asks my Mom as she busily hurries to finish the turkey dinner.

“Yes, thank you,” My Mom says smiling as my Dad puts the turkey back in the oven to keep it warm while she works.

My mom makes the best turkey. I know that’s a bit arrogant to say, every mother makes the best turkeys, or apple pies, or whatever; but I have tried all the other turkeys and hers is the only one I like.

The holiday bustle is just about over, the Christmas tree now losing it’s luster of things to come, and now sets as a reminder of good memories had. The lights on the tree still blink their joyful and triumphant song, but the smell of turkey overpowers the lights musical notes.

My brother and sister set the table, the candles are lit. My dad helps my mom finish up the last details of the New Year Turkey Dinner Extravaganza! I help by going back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room.

Soon, the bustle finishes, we sit down, and smile.

Now this is the way to introduce the New Year!