"Settle in my friends."  Michael stood at the head of the conference room table, now filled with all the "trimmings" he'd requested.   He was wearing a pilgrim style had and adjusted it as he waited until Stanley, who'd dragged his feet coming into the room, reluctantly took his seat. 

"Dwight are you filming?"

"Yes. Of course."  He replied.

"You might want to take the lens cap off there."  Jim remarked.

Dwight grumbled as he quickly rectified the problem.

"Alrighty."  Michael began. "We will now reenact the decade's old tradition of saying what each of us is thankful for.   Starting with..."

"I'll go."  Andy scrambled out of his seat.  "Since my ancestors came over on the Mayflower and were actually at the first Thanksgiving..."

"Pilgrims."  Dwight rolled his eyes.  "A little late to the party there Bernard.  Everyone knows the Vikings were here first.  It's why we celebrate Leif Ericson Day."

"It's why you celebrate Leif Ericson Day."  Jim said with a grin.  "And I thought you were German?"

"Shows what you know." Dwight scoffed.  "I also have a substantial amount of Norse blood."

"So you're saying you're descended from horses?"  Jim looked at him confused.  "How is that possible?"

"I said Norse.  Not horse.  Pay attention.  And just so you know.  I've defeated many a centaur when playing Tomb Raider."

Jim nodded his head.  "Thank you for that piece of completely useless information."

Michael sighed loudly.  "Are you two finished?  Can we just..."  He rubbed a hand over his face.  "Andy.  Continue please.  What are you thankful for?"

Andy stood straighter as he replied.  "I'm thankful for my lovely lady.  My petite flower.  My beautiful bride-to-be.  And I'm thankful for candied yams.  My favorite dish on Thanksgiving. My Aunt Enid makes the best ones."

"Best candied yams I ever had were in 1965.  Haight-Ashbury Soup Kitchen on Waller Street."  Creed remarked.

"I'm thankful that I'll have actual turkey and mashed potatoes and candied yams when I have dinner on Thursday and not just stupid popcorn and pretzels."  Kevin added with a very displeased look on his face.  He then promptly took a large handful of popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Disgusting."  Angela muttered.  "I'm thankful the people I spend Thanksgiving with have acceptable table manners."

"I'm thankful I didn't actually have to wear a stupid Pocahontas outfit today."  Kelly chimed in.

"I'm thankful Jake will be out of my hair and at his father's this Thanksgiving."  Meredith paused for a moment before she added, "And for two-for-one nights at the bar at the Holiday Inn"

Phyllis' voice was full with pride as she spoke.  "I'm thankful that Bob Vance ordered our entire meal from Wegman's and I won't have to lift a finger this Thanksgiving."

"This is great.  This is exactly what our forefathers did.  Everyone sharing like this."  Michael said with a nod.  He then shook his head as he gazed over at Toby.  "No.   Put your hand down.   You don't need to go.  We know that you're thankful to have your job back.   Oh and you can consider that your Christmas present too."

Toby sighed.  "I actually don't celebrate..."

"Hanukah.  Kwanza.  Whatever.  You're done for the year."  He turned towards Pam.  "Pamcakes.  What are you thankful for?"

"I'm thankful that I found out I hate computers."  She turned towards Jim and grinned widely.

"That's a stupid thing to be thankful for."  Dwight's brow wrinkled as he regarded her closely.  "Considering your entire job involves computers." 

"Not my entire job."  Pam snapped back.

"Agreed."  Jim reached under the table and took Pam's hand in his.   "You know what?  I am thankful that Pam hates computers as well."

She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled wider.

Dwight shook his head.  "You two deserve each other."

"Thank you Dwight."  Pam replied.

"That wasn't a compliment."  He muttered to himself as he went back to filming.   "Hey.  Where'd Michael go?"

The entire staff turned their attention to the front of the room.   Michael - it seemed - had disappeared. 

Pam looked at Jim who gave her a shrug.    She stood as she said. "I'll go look for him."

"I'll help you." Jim followed her out of the conference room.

They found him in his office, his hat perched on top of his computer monitor, his head on his desk.

Pam knocked softly on his door.  "You okay Michael?"

His voice was muffled as he responded.  "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."  Jim squinted at him.

"It's just...it's the holidays."

"We know."  They replied in unison.

"And even the word makes me think of her.  You know what?  That's what I'll call the time she was here.  The Holly Days.  And sadly, there are no more Holly Days for me."

Jim walked over to stand beside Michael.  "Nashua isn't the end of the world."

"You have no idea what you are talking about Jim."  He sat up, his mouth set in a frown.  "We talked it over and we decided.  It's too hard to do the long distance thing."

"I have no idea?"  Jim sighed.  "Don't you remember?  Pam and me?  We just had to deal with that.  And don't get me wrong - it was tough - but we got through it.  You could give it a shot.  If she means that much to you you owe it to yourself to try."

"I agree."  Pam piped in.  "If you miss her you should call her.  Try and make it work.  If you don't you'll never stop feeling like this.  You'll feel like this until you can finally tell her how you feel.  Trust me on that."

"Today would have been so much better if she was here to plan it with me."  Michael picked up his hat and ran a finger over the brim. 

"I'm sure it would have been."  Jim nodded.

"We could have stuck with the whole Brady thing.  Maybe even had a sing-along to Sunshine Day."

"Great song."  Pam smiled.  "I actually have it on my iPod."

"Do you really?"  Jim looked over at her, completely amused.

Color flooded to her cheeks.  "Shut up." 

Jim decided to let it slide for the moment.  He'd get back to teasing her about it later.  "The point is Michael - you either need to try again with Holly or try and move on.  Both of those things will be equally hard, but you'll never know unless you try."

Michael looked completely lost. "How?"

Jim shrugged.  "I don't know.  Calling her would be a start."

"I can place the call for you right now if you want."  Pam offered.

His face brightened slightly.  "It would be nice to hear her voice."

"There you go.  So?"  Jim gave his shoulder a little squeeze. 

"Okay.  I'll call her."

"Great!"  Pam smiled brightly as she walked towards reception.  Jim moved towards the door.

"Hey Jim?"

"Yep?"

"You know what I'm thankful for?" He paused for a moment, placing his hat back on his head and smiling.  "I'm thankful you're my friend."

Jim swallowed audibly as he nodded and gave him a grin.  "Don't mention it."   He heard Michael's intercom buzz as he pulled the door shut behind him.

Pam was replacing the receiver when he reached her desk.  "Do you think it will work?"

"We'll see.  At least they're talking."  He picked up a pen from the cup resting on her desk and dropped it down again.

Pam took a steadying breath as she gazed up at him.  "Maybe they can learn from our mistakes." 

"That would be kind of nice actually."  It took him a second to meet her eyes but when he did he smiled softly.

"It would be."  She agreed grinning back at him.

"Now that our good deed for the year is done..."  Jim's voice turned serious.  "...we need to have a talk." 

"About what?"

"Hand over your iPod."

"What?" Pam blinked in surprise.  "Why?"

"Because we absolutely cannot get married until I check all your playlists."

"Stop it."

"I'm serious.  This might be a deal breaker Pam."

She picked up her iPod and handed it to him. "I'll let you look at it but if you find anything objectionable it's just too bad.  I don't care.  You're stuck with me."

"You're lucky." He laughed as he took it from her.  "There's no place I'd rather be."