i'm 6 feet tall, roughly 230 pounds, and i still have to sit on the little fold up chairs at the kids table. that's what you get when you're the last of 6 kids.
the good part, though, is getting to teach all of the nieces and nephews, ranging in age from 6 to 28, how to steal uncle dickie's pumpkin pie, or tease aunt claire until she gets upset, or otherwise play with their food to make things fun.
i think i'll have to introduce the finger olives this year.
back on topic: we have the traditional meal every year, so the only thing that ends up being special is who gets the honour of saying grace, and what everyone adds on to the end of the standard prayer, followed by my dad.
btw, ours is "bless us oh lord for these thy gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through christ our lord, amen... and may god bless you and keep you, may he let his face shine upon you and be gracious to you, and may he look upon you kindly and give you peace"
then, everyone so inclined gets to add what they are thankful for, with my dad wrapping things up.