The biggest mystery at our Thanksgiving dinner isn't how Aunt Martha made that gelatin salad.

It's whether the turkey or my cousin started crying first after someone asked about his career choices.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the party dressed as a turkey?

Because it was a berry good disguise and a fowl way to get an invite

Thanksgiving at our house is always a test of endurance.

First, you survive the family gossip, then you survive the tryptophan.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the party?

Because it was a berry good dancer!