Kate Dyer-Seeley  

We have a longstanding tradition in our house that we only read holiday books during each holiday’s official season.  Halloween books are cracked open in October.  November brings an assortment of Thanksgiving titles like Luke’s favorite A Plump and Perky Turkey or Ten Fat Turkeys.   For me, nothing can replace Over the River and Through the Woods–a song and a book.  What could be better? There’s one common theme our Thanksgiving titles share:  cold weather.  Illustrations of snow drifts, woolen mittens and steaming cocoa brush the pages of our November collection.  That’s why when we stepped off the plane last week to seventy degrees and sunshine something didn’t feel quite right.

Coffee shops signage touted “Peppermint mochas now in season.”  Really?  Under a backdrop of swaying palms, perpetual sunshine and Luke bowling oranges in my brother’s backyard it felt more like iced latte season to me.  I suppose it’s all a matter of perspective.  As we lounged on the beach clad in shorts and flip flops, natives walked past bundled from head to toe in scarves and stocking caps.  That’s the joy of travel for me feeling transported, even when in this case we were a mere two states away from home. 

So this Thanksgiving we embraced the warmth of the sun, the smell of turkey on the grill, and the delightful taste of peppermint mochas under palm trees.  Regardless of location or the temperature outside, the best part of traveling south was spending the holiday with family.

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