No pumpkins around here, or chrysanthemums or Indian corn cobs hung decoratively by their crisp dry husks. No turkeys either, apart from those sitting in the supermarket freezers waiting for the Christmas rush. And no tradition, lovely though it is, of taking a day every year to count blessings and be thankful for them and the friends and family you're sharing them with.
But I bet there aren't many people in New Zealand today who haven't looked at the sun shining on fresh green leaves, bouncy lambs, sparkling water, bright flowers and the faces of those friends and family, and been thankful that they're here, alive and cheerful and with good things to look forward to. Most of them.
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