I'm thankful for so many things
That Fall's approaching visit brings
As shadows of her dark embrace
So gently cover summer's face
For some, she comes too soon each year
Extinguishing the summer's cheer
But I don't mind her in the least
Because she brings Thanksgiving's feast
In spite of all you must prepare
No other day can quite compare
With one, where so much warm appeal
Surrounds the sharing of a meal
The day is full of fragrant smells
And chores like rolling pie crust shells
While uncles with receding hair
Nod, snoozing in your favorite chair
You snack on logs made out of cheese
And drink, perhaps, with too much ease
As bourbon fueled debates begin
About which football team should win
The wine is poured, the phone books propped
On kitchen stools, with kids they're topped
The grace is said, the turkey's carved
Then all dig in like they've been starved
With swirls of cream, the pie is served
Though for this treat, no room's reserved
Opinions all are put to bed
While those that argued, doze instead
Although this ends Thanksgiving day
The memory of her grand buffet
Lives on as hash, croquettes and stew
Until the wish bone's pulled in two