Twas the night of Thanksgiving...
'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP .
 
THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT
TOSSING AND TURNING WITH
ANTICIPATION THE THOUGHT
OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
 
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN,
FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR  AND
GAZED AT THE FRIDGE,
FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
 
I GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND
BUTTERED POTATOES, PICKLES
AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.
 
I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO
PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN,
I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.
 
I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING,
FLOATING INTO THE SKY WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND
A HANDFUL OF PIE.
 
BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I
SOARED PAST THE TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS
THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.
 
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY
HAVE NARY A LUMP,
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER
STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!
   Rev from original, T.Condon Nov.03

 

Thanksgiving Time  

Fall crispness in the air, morning dew sparkling on dawn ground, a full, round, bright yellow moon hanging in night sky, these bring Thanksgiving time into view.

 

Cornstalks, dry straw, fallen leaves, green, yellow, red and brown coloring gourds, pumpkins and all.  Apple cider spiced with cinnamon steaming on kitchen stove, fresh pies spied cooling on counter tops, these too bring Thanksgiving time to mind.

 

Rosy cheeks, nippy nose and cold ears, tucked away woolen scarves and mittens pulled from drawer to protect against blowing winds, warming fires crackle taking chill from air, all sights of Thanksgiving time.

 

Folks gathering, caring, sharing, conveying pauseful thoughts, thankful for those here and those now missed, raising voice in praiseful thanks for the bounty given, deliverance granted and peacefulness sought, yes these are found at Thanksgiving time.

 

In simple word or those of grand majesty are found the sights, tastes, smells, colors and thoughts of Thanksgiving...these to share at so  special a time of year.

T.Condon, rev.Nov. 03 (org.Nov.1998)

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