Thanksgiving Day
“Thanksgiving Day”
As I woke up this morning,
All weighted down with gloom,
A most inviting odor
Came drifting in my room.
Ah, yes! This day is special,
For it’s Thanksgiving Day.
To thank God for His blessings,
So kneel I down to pray.
I’ll thank him for my parents,
who love and care for me.
I’ll thank Him for my brother,
and for my sisters three.
I’ll go downstairs to breakfast,
And hope that it’s still hot.
But Mom was making dressing,
And she just plumb forgot.
Ah well, it does not matter.
I’ll make it for myself.
I’ll make some pancake batter.
There’s syrup on the shelf.
Already dinner’s ready,
With everything so good.
I never thought in all my life,
I’d see so much good food.
There’s turkey plump and steamy,
Cranberries tart and red,
Potatoes smooth and creamy,
And lots of homemade bread.
And then comes Mom’s own special,
So good, and crisp, and yellow.
They’re sweet potato patties,
Within’s a soft marshmallow.
And for dessert is pumpkin pie,
With cold ice cream on top.
I eat, and eat, and eat, and eat.
I think I’m going to pop!
Afterwards I feel quite sick,
To never heal, I fear.
It’s lucky for my stomach that,
Thanksgiving comes but once a year!
