Turkey Trauma

  When my darling kids were just that, darling, they took delight in small treasures. When I would be decorating the Christmas tree, they would spend hours playing with the small individual ornaments  their Kingston grandparents would give them each year. (I'll have to post a picture of those before said ornaments drift out of being.) 
   So it will come  as no surprise that I still have in the house this wax candle turkey, with an attached price tag of 59 Cents. Turkey probably is about 47 or 48  years old now. I don't remember buying it; Dave may have brought it home, as I didn't shop that much when the kids were really small. Turkey was a table decoration for a few weeks, and then on Thanksgiving Day, his wick was lit in honor of the day.
   "No, don't burn him!" came the horrified shouts. So here he is today.