Well, their flesh is much sweeter than oxen. Particularly King Pryderi’s swine of Annuvin. But we are having turkey (because AMERICA!)
Anyway, a cycle’s a cycle, the whole world 'round, however you measure it. 
I’m celebrating another turn around the sun, the passage of life into death, the birth of the new season of lengthening days and the end of the Long Night, and the resilience and fortitude under adversity of my family, friends, species and world. And also turkey and ham and mincemeat cookies.
Everything the power of the world does is done in a circle. The sky is round and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing and always come back again to where they were.
