I have now spent Thanksgiving with white people, Puerto Ricans, and now black people.
One thing is the same throughout. Music and dancing. My family gets together and does an interprative dance number to the Dixie Chicks, Landslide. Puerto Ricans dance the salsa and play instruments along with the radio. The black family pumps up Beyonce, does some line dances, then slows things down with Barry White.
Funny, how its the same thing in each house going on.
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