The family is all around the big dining room set and the kids have their own assorted card tables to chit chat during Thanksgiving dinner.
And during commercials during the big games, or lull times while some of the holiday guests are shopping til they drop, discussions about real estate come up.
Some centered around what to do with the family estate. Because everything inside has been divided up. No one in the tribe wants the place or can afford it.
Others are less serious, more fun talk about wouldn't it be nice to have next Thanksgiving dinner up in a Maine woods camp?
Or at the Maine lake family compound.
Kinda like the Pilgrims and locals did many moons ago.
Or simple banter, conversation about let's go online.
Have some time at the airport flight connector delay or driving in the shot gun position to scope out larger Maine homes.
To handle the inlaw apartment scenario someone is toying with in adding to housing mix. Or because the stork has your GPS coordinates down pat.
Could deliver to your place blindfolded. Does it a lot, too often with the wrapped in cloth drops to your present address.
And things are coming apart, bulging at the seams as the little house that could just can't any more.
Everything that happens with family life occurs in property, real estate.
Unless you plan to dine out, at a vacation resort, not hunkering down at anyone's castle for the ho ho holidays.
So have those vending machines of property information stocked, full, ready for black friday real estate shoppers.
Who want to give the best gift, real estate. To wrap some property listings up with pretty paper, a big red bow and slide it under the tree.
Or park it in the boughs for the "oh you shouldn't have honey" and the big long hug, the kiss that suddenly is not G rated.
Maine, big state, less people, more outdoor natural four season fun happens here.