'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but 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, your turkey be plump.
Your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, your pies take the prize.
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your
thighs.

HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVING
AND GIVE GOD THANKS FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE....