Ah the memories!
As a kid (born in) my mom worked at university and would always invite the ones who had nowhere to go to come to our home and would diligently stress to them that as JWs we did NOT celebrate Thanksgiving.
Mom was a very social person so there would also be a smattering of folks from Bethel that she had friendships with who would be in our area ( a big vacation spot) and they of course would be staying in our home and be there for dinner also.
So there was our table, a big turkey with dressing and mashed potatoes and cranberries. A young biology major seated next to an older sister from Bethel (in her late 80s) local friends, my moms various Bible studies, who were always many and varied in their culture and situation in life. One was a retired jeweler from Austria, another was a woman who had a 3rd grade education and 11 children who lived all over the U.S. except the youngest who would attend with him mother - he was blind and a music prodigy and would play music guitar, piano, horn, it was wonderful to listen to him.
As strange as this must all sound, it all proceeded quite well believe it or not.
It was a heightened version of most weekend dinners my mom enjoyed giving.
My siblings and I did not view this as strange or faith compromising. Of course we knew not to use the word "Thanksgiving".
That would be wrong. Of course.