Thanksgiving is kind of a big deal. To me there are three basic sorts of Turkey Day; the expat version, the in-US family version, and the low-key version.
When outside the US, it’s one of those times when expats get together and act like one big American family. And yes, we have lassos to rope people who inappropriately insert the letter ‘u’ into words into joining in on the fun.

We used to have these huge parties where the house was stuffed to the gills. The format there is usually potluck, one or more dishes required, with the host generally providing the turkey. Turkey could be hard to come by in some parts, so it’s extra special.
When you live in the actual USA, it’s much more of a family thing and less…communal. You tend to be related by blood or marriage to everyone who’s invited; the family gathers and the women all chip in and cook together and the men are banished. Banished! I know! What is this, 1312? If you’re fast you can nip in and grab whatever you can get before the spoons descend and you get chased out. ;P I think they did less cooking than gabbing but eventually the food is ready and the men and kids are summoned and the feasting begins.
*smiles wistfully*
When she was healthy, s would spend pretty much the whole prior week prepping & cooking. She felt that I was being entirely unreasonable when I started instituting quantity caps on dishes. I was shocked by how much work she felt was involved in Doing The Holidays Right, and that she thought it was normal to carry the entire load herself. I vaguely remember her being Very Unhappy with me when I restricted her to something like fifteen sides, a couple of named proteins and about eight desserts in addition to what everyone else came up with. Girl, I would like to actually enjoy the week and spend time together rather than have you turn into a colossal stress-monster who has no time for anything that’s not food-related. IIRC the next year she only got to make twenty things, and somehow, very mysteriously, the number of permissible items kept dropping. I know! Completely Unreasonable Master Man.
The last few years Thanksgiving has been low-key; the house is much bigger but the attendees are far fewer. I think there are only…one to three flights involved and I’m the one doing the cooking, so ya gets what ya gets and ya says ‘Thank You.’ I’m serving turkey or ham if you’re feeling dangerous, several types of store-bought cranberry sauce, yams or sweet potatoes, probably green beans and maaaaybe one or two other dishes because I have a meatless individual coming this year, and that’s it. There will be massive quantities of the foods on offer available, but my other responsibilities don’t stop just because it’s a holiday. We’ll catch up and play games and have leisurely conversations and enjoy the time together before everyone scatters to the four winds again.