Well, I don’t know about anybody else’s family, but if I have anything to say about it, mine is going to have on its table the casserole of canned green beans in cream of mushroom soup topped with fried onions. If I have to give up the type of cranberry sauce I like, fine.
We’ll reach an accommodation. It won’t be perfect, but we’ll accept it. Isn’t that what the day is all about? Acceptance?
I only know that the day just wouldn’t be the same without those green beans — or family.