Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

The day of society approved eating until you feel sick has come and gone except for whatever leftovers remain in the fridge. For me growing up on Thanksgiving my father would go around the table and have us say what we were thankful for, and even as I’ve gotten older I always remember that this day is to be thankful for every thing that I have.

 

This is a poem I heard this Thanksgiving and I wanted to share it:

The turkey shot out of the oven
and rocketed into the air,
it knocked every plate off the table
and partly demolished a chair.

It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.

It stuck to the walls and the windows,
it totally coated the floor,
there was turkey attached to the ceiling,
where there’d never been turkey before.

It blanketed every appliance,
it smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn’t a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.

I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I’d never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn’t been popped.

-Jack Prelutsky

I thought this poem was so cute, it put a grin on my face and everyone deserves to smile!

Everyone has something to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, on a weekly basis I don’t always remember to think about what I have, but instead remember what I’ve lost and Thanksgiving is the day once a year we spend with family and friends to remember to be thankful.

thankful

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