Turkey in the oven, something boiling on the stove.
Cranberry sauce shining bright red, the scents through the whole house rove.
There’s dressing, and sweet potatoes, rolls and pecan pie on the side,
Gravy’s smellin’ good now, let’s take a crisp fall ride -
To Mom’s house on Thanksgiving Day, flavors plenty we’ll enjoy.
We’ll eat too much and fellowship, we’ll drink a little, oh boy!
We never tire of this holiday, for the warmth and friendship fill –
Our house with bodies, big and small, and laughter; until –
We can’t move off the couch ‘cuz we ate and ate and ate.
Cuz the turkey is all gone now, and the pie was so darn great!
by
Bess Blanco
No comments:
Post a Comment