This is our our chance to have the calm-before-the-crazy.
It is a fairly plain mantle. There are no gourds, no horn of plenty, no Turkey with it’s flashy feathers. There are my simple flowers, some everyday candles, a paper “hymns of thanksgiving” garland strung along with some leftover trim and a larger broken branch I found to be lovely, and driftwood-esque.
It might not be a traditional sort of Thanksgiving decoration, but it works for me.
Looking at it I am reminded to be grateful for the calm, wherever I find it, and to sing songs of thanksgiving for all the blessings in my life- no matter how simple, or plain or everyday or broken or leftover they may seem.