T’was the eve before Thanksgiving
And all through the store
Chubby people were shopping,
Getting and paying, a serious chore.
Take that turkey! The stuffing! The berries! And yams!
Grab that Cool Whip! And Pumpkin! And…maybe…a ham!
The youngsters were stirred up as parents stressed out,
“Sit down” and “Shut Up!” were phrases heard ‘round,
“Whatcha’ eating?” and “Where” were the questions abound.
Hours of cooking and driving, toting foodstuffs afar
Awaited the brave, who then looked for a bar.
Then “I shouldn’t,” “I mustn’t,” “It tastes good, oh well”
“Days like Thanksgiving shoot my diet to hell.”
Round the table, the TV, first gluttony, then games.
Dishes and clean-up, gossip, football and naps.
Again young ones are “shushed” so we don’t miss a pass.
How do they know to be thankful, when no one asks?
How did this day become all about food?
Instead of thanks, good memories and gratitude?
Frosty walks, crunchy leaves, and touch football,
Teach the value of life and the beauty of fall.
What if we all had rice krispies and hugs?
Instead of the hub-bub and overeating, (our drug).
What if we all shared the best memory
O’re the last 364 days of friends and family?
What if we gave the TV a break and took a chance…
If instead we talked, laughed, sang, and danced?
