If you’re like me, you have a certain image of Thanksgiving dinner stuck in your mind, playing on a loop each and every day of November. It’s basically this: a large, happy group of family and friends crowded around a really long table, groaning under enormous plates of traditional food.
I’ve hosted this kind of Thanksgiving more times than I can count–needing to rent tables, borrow chairs from the neighbors, and fervently pray there’s enough cheese ball appetizer to go around. Besides the massive prep work and cleanup, big gatherings can be fun and exciting–and boisterous and silly. You get caught up in the sheer abundance of energy and celebration, and count yourself lucky to be in such good company.
But how do you feel about a small Thanksgiving gathering? Does it make you feel sad if you have to host or attend one? Do you feel pity for the friend who mentions that her Thanksgiving will be tiny when yours will likely be forty if the second cousins stay home?