My birthday falls over the Thanksgiving holiday. As is my family tradition, we took a break from the turkey and celebrated with greasy cheeseburgers, stromboli, french fries, milk shakes, banana splits, and hot fudge chocolate sundaes at The Greeks, which is a family run candy store near my parents' hometown. When my mother and her sisters were little, my grandfather would take them "to town" to buy Christmas gifts for my grandmother for Christmas. After shopping, they would eat and buy candy at The Greeks. It became a tradition. My generation of siblings and cousins grew up going to The Greeks when we were home for the holidays. Now my generation brings our children to sit at the little table and see the Santa Claus train.
November is a popular birthday month in my family, so it has become a family custom to have a birthday party complete with party hats at The Greeks over the Thanksgiving weekend. I have even received the birthday honor of making candy with the shop's owner Lou. We leave with full bellies and boxes of bourbon balls and caramel turtles. In trying to describe it, I realize that there is really nothing fancy about The Greeks, but in my mind, it shines with all the glitter of family, special traditions, and shared memories.
Pax trying to catch a glimpse of Santa
Mason found his way behind the candy counter...twice. Don't tell Lou!
Smile, it's my birthday!
Waiting for the train...
Our little guys at the little table
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