So the turkey arrive again this year. He does look like his feather got a little ruffled. But it was too cold and windy to rearrange. He also got taller this year. Bring on Thanksgiving.
Cry unto him in your houses yea, over all your household, both morning, mid-day, and evening.
Cry unto him over the crops of your fields, that ye may prosper in them.
Cry over the flocks of your fields, that they may increase.
Alma 34:21,24,25
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