Thanksgiving

Food

100

I’m big, I’m brown, I’m stuffed, and after I arrive, the gravy follows. What am I?

Turkey

200

I jiggle, I’m red, and I leave stains like it’s my hobby. What am I?

Cranberry sauce

300

I look like a beige cloud and taste like comfort. What am I?

Mash potatoes 

400

I stand in rows without marching, wear jackets I never keep, and lose my teeth the moment someone’s hungry. What am I?

Corn

500

Green spines in white fog, crowned in crunch. What am I?

Green bean casserole 

Movies

100

A Charlie ———— Thanksgiving 

A. Dad

B. Bunny

C. Brown

D. Snoop

C. Brown

200

Free ————

A. Beaks

B. Birds

C. Wings

B. Birds

300

 ————— Thanksgiving

A. Garfield’s

B. Luie’s 

C. Wood stocks 

A. Garfiel’s

400

Dora’s Thanksgiving Day————

A. party

B. parade 

C. Place

B. Parade 

500

Why do we celebrate Thanksgiving

Our family, friends, food, home, etc.

Charlie Brown characters

100

I dream of flying on my roof, love a beagle’s life, aloof. Who am I?

Snoopy

200

I kick, I miss, I worry, I frown — always trying, never down. Who am I?

Charlie Brown

300

Small and feathered, I zip through the sky. Who am I? 

Wood stock

400

I clutch a blue companion wherever I tread, wise beyond my years, though sometimes full of dread. Who am I?

Linus

500

A schemer in stripes, bold in word and deed, I tease, I scold, yet sometimes show need. Who am I

Lucy

Charlie Brown characters continued

100

I talk a lot, like pink and play, and follow Charlie Brown every day. Who am I?

Sally

200

Wear glasses, call my friend “Sir”, and always try to help. Who am I?

Marcie

300

I wear sandles, and lead the team. Who am I?

Peppermint Patty

400

Tiny hands, big music, I rarely speak. Who am I?

Schroeder

500

I’m the youngest in my family, ride my bike, and sometimes get too much stuff that you’ll like. Who am I?

Rerun van Pelt

Desserts

100

Orange treasure in a crust, spiced with warmth you know you can trust. What am I?

Pumpkin pie 

200

I’m round and sweet with chips or spice, one small bite—oh that’s so nice. what am I?

Cookies 

300

A brittle top of clustered gold, with hidden syrup hearts below. I crack with sweetness when I’m cold, but melt to go when warm does flow. What am I?

Pecan pie

400

I begin with a fall that is not an end, a quiet gravity, calling treasures from branches. Shaped into spirals of forgotten days, I hide them beneath woven horizon. My heart is built on contradiction a cold world warm, a sharp truth softened, a once forbidden gift made humble. I speak only in rising vapors when memory and metal meat. What am I?

Apple pie

500

A glossy shield of nuts I wear, all packed so tight they hardly move. Beneath, a sticky, sweetness waits, one slice, and it begins to prove. What am I? 

Pecan pie