Thanksgiving is always way to short. Today we were talking about how our houses were the only two on this side of town that isn't decorated. My mom just had a hip replacement and she was sadden by the fact that she hasnt even started. She said "I don't even have a wreath on the door." My father said, "Yes, you do!" Her Thanksgiving wreath is still hanging. I couldn't help but think, what is so wrong with the wreath. It is still Fall. Maybe the world would be a little better if we stopped to breath and say thanks for all we have.