When we lived in Michigan we would take the kids to my mother's house. My brother would come from Chicago, and my other brother who lived near my mother, and we would all celebrate at my mother's. Then after we moved to PA I always had dinner for us. Now that my kids are all married (except for my youngest son) we each take a holiday. My daughter has Thanksgiving. My DDIL comes to my house and bakes the turkey, gravy, and stuffing here. I make the pies the day before. Then we drive the 7 minutes to my daughter's with our part. She supplies, hors d'ouvres, wine, mashed potatoes, and all the veggies. The men supply all the stories of growing up.