It was a great Thanksgiving. My wife ordered a whole turkey from a butcher on Rechov Emeq Refaim, one of Jerusalem's nicer shopping and restaurant streets, several weeks ago. Turkey is common in Israel; whole turkeys are not. She bought cranberry sauce and all the other traditional accompaniments.
We also bought some challahs that formed the basis of a very tasty stuffing after they became stale. (I have no clue how that works.) My wife, daughter, and daughter-in-law spent a good amount of time cooking and talking about cooking some great food.
The ulpan (intensive Hebrew course) my wife and I are in is attended by olim (new immigrants) from Russia, Iran, Venezuela, the U.S., France, and Switzerland. They are all aware of Thanksgiving and all of the countries have a similar holiday. So, it was fun telling them we were preparing for Thanksgiving and having all of them wish us Hag Sameach--happy holiday.
It was also interesting and somewhat embarrassing to explain the Thanksgiving we all learned in elementary school--pilgrims and Native Americans sitting down to a nice meal together--with the reality of the treatment of the original Americans by the European invaders. In the end, we focused on the real core of Thanksgiving: eating and watching football.