First there was the year we skipped the traditional Thanksgiving turkey and had hobo stew instead.
And then there was the year I said:
"Hey! Wanna do a 5K Thanksgiving morning?!"
The joy of the holidays aren't really in the food. Its the togetherness and the memories and the stories you tell. So if "home is where the heart is", then traditions can be wherever we are together - even if that means pounding the pavement in 28 degree weather on a holiday morning.