Hi,

A friend sent this poem and wanted to share-

“And It’s Nearly Thanksgiving…”  by Murray Ells

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, 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,

And may your Thanksgiving dinner

Stay off of your thighs!"

May you enjoy a Happy Thanksgiving.

Have a Great Holiday,

Julia