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'twas The Night Of Thanksgiving And 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.~

THE NEW ENGLAND BOY'S SONG

ABOUT THANKSGIVING DAY

Lydia Maria Child (1802-1880)



Over the river, and through the wood,

To grandfather's house we go;

The horse knows the way,

To carry the sleigh,

Through the white and drifted snow .

Over the river, and through the wood,

To grandfather's house away !

We would not stop

For doll or top,

For 't is Thanksgiving day .

Over the river, and through the wood,

Oh, how the wind does blow !

It stings the toes,

And bites the nose,

As over the ground we go .

Over the river, and through the wood,

With a clear blue winter sky,

The dogs do bark,

And children hark,

As we go jingling by .

Over the river, and through the wood,

To have a first-rate play”

Hear the bells ring

Ting a ling ding,

Hurrah for Thanksgiving day !

Over the river, and through the wood”

No matter for winds that blow;

Or if we get

The sleigh upset,

Into a bank of snow .

Over the river, and through the wood,

To see little John and Ann;

We will kiss them all,

And play snow-ball

And stay as long as we can .

Over the river, and through the wood,

Trot fast, my dapple gray !

Spring over the ground,

Like a hunting hound,

For 'tis Thanksgiving day !

Over the river, and through the wood,

And straight through the barn-yard gate;

We seem to go

Extremely slow,

It is so hard to wait .

Over the river, and through the wood”

Old Jowler hears our bells;

He shakes his pow,

With a loud bow wow,

And thus the news he tells .

Over the river, and through the wood”

When grandmother sees us come,

She will say, Oh dear,

The children are here,

Bring a pie for every one .

Over the river, and through the wood”

Now grandmother's cap I spy !

Hurrah for the fun !

Is the pudding done ?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie !

Five Little Turkeys

5 little turkeys standing by door,

One waddled off, and then there were 4.

4 little turkeys under a treee,

One waddled off , and then there were 3.

3 little turkeys with nothing to do,

One waddled off, and then there were 2.

2 little turkeys in the noon day sun,

One waddled off, and then there was 1.

One little turkey better run away,

For soon will come Thanksgiving day.

Why Santa, I didn't know you had it in you!!!



:D

Thanksgiving

The year has turned its circle,

The seasons come and go.

The harvest is all gathered in

And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,

The fields, their yellow grain.

So open wide the doorway-

Thanksgiving comes again!