‘Twas the night before Turkey Day, and in every cranny and nook
Could be found something delicious prepared by the cook!
Every counter and surface held precious goodies placed there:
Chocolate chip cookies and fudge, pies of apple and pear!
A huge turkey was baking in the oven on low,
Stuffing and squash in the fridge, all set to go.
Potatoes were peeled in a pot left to soak,
A feast in the making; this was no joke!
Mamma in her nightie had crawled into bed,
With visions of disaster spinning round in her head.
Would the stuffing be dry? Be the bird under done?
Worries besieged her until way after One.
Sleep finally kicked in around quarter to Two,
And she and Pa snored, which was nothing new!
Mamma awakened at half past three—
Never could sleep all night without having to pee!
She climbed back in bed and went right back to sleep.
The morning sun soon started to creep
Through the crack in the curtains to shine in her eyes,
Giving her clue it was time to arise.
The family was coming, time to prepare:
Place a cloth on the table, and dust off each chair.
No time for breakfast, too much to do—
Pa had to go out for a doughnut or two!
The table was set with plates, forks and knives;
Wine opened to breathe ‘til the family arrives.
The patter of feet, a knock on the door,
And in come the grand-kids that Mama lives for!
The kitchen rings with laughs, hugs and kisses;
Ma and Pa load the table with sumptuous dishes.
Everything’s perfect; there was no need to worry,
Turkey is succulent, as is stuffing and cranberry!
Mashed potatoes and gravy, and yummy yeast rolls,
The table’s soon covered with near empty bowls.
The pies are a hit and so is the fudge,
We've eaten so much we can’t even budge!
We’re grateful for family, for grand-kids to love,
We've so many blessings from heaven above.
Another Thanksgiving with those we hold dear—