Well done, madam. Well done indeed.

You are fully invested in the holiday, and I for one salute you. It's not everyone who has, dare I say, the balls to leave one's house with a giant turkey on their sweatshirt. But you, my friend, obviously swim against the stream of the popular masses, and I can't help but admire that and congratulate you for your individuality.

I think for most people, Thanksgiving has become the Jan Brady of holidays. Not unloved, mind you, just kind of boring and average. Attractive in a homely sort of way. It doesn't have the cool aspect of Halloween or the zippy fun of Christmas. It just sits there in the middle of the two, trying to elbow it's way to the front of the line. Most of us would say "Give it up, Thanksgiving. It's never going to happen. Be happy you get the measly two end-caps at the Target".

But not you, madam. You clearly are wearing your turkey and wearing it proudly. I especially appreciate the google-eyes  you have affixed to said turkey's head. Correct me if I'm wrong, but do I espy actual feathers coming out it's hind-end? My word, you are working for the super A++ in arts and crafts, aren't you?

I know we've never met, but I can't help but imagine what your home looks like: garnished in blinking brown & orange lights, the traditional Thanksgiving shrub decorated with precious gravy boats and drumsticks, the ever-popular turkey waddle hung in the foyer (don't get caught under it or you have to clip your partner's toenails!).

I hate to be rude, but correct me if I'm wrong: you've dabbed a little stuffing behind each ear, haven't you? I knew it! You walked by, and I thought I got a faint whiff of celery and turkey orifice. And might I say, the shoes that are shaped like turkey feet are a lovely addition.

I'm sure there will be some people who point and laugh at you. Silently judge and make some snarky comment. Ignore them, Turkey Lady. This is your day - enjoy it. Take your love of Thanksgiving, and fly with the wind.