The turkey is cooking; we've all
been to church,
Our grandparents soon will arrive,
The table is set; the
best linen is used,
What a grand day to be alive!
There's a nip in the air; we're planning on snow,
have new scarves and new muffs,
The cat, a new bell - the dog, a new
And the phone is ringing for us.
"Hurry up, kids! Talk to great Uncle Joe,"
a long ways away,
Then we'll call Cousin Jo and dear Auntie
And wish them joy today."
Oh, something special there is in the air,
And not just
good smells from the oven,
The holiday feeling is felt everywhere,
on, darlin,' give Mama some huggin,'"
The kitchen door opens; the food is brought in,
We kids all
race to the table,
Napkins are snugly tucked 'neath our chins,
hungry, willing and able,
Dad starts to carve, right after grace,
Then my brother
shouts, "Dibs on a leg!"
Mom has a special smile on her face,
sits at Dad's knee and begs.
"Please pass the beans." "Where are the yams?"
want a roll?"
"That turkey is almost as big as I am."
"Who emptied the
So the feast moves on straight to the pie,
I rub my
tummy; it's so full,
But I'm no piker - oh no - not I,
"Whipped cream, if
you please, a big spoonful."
So, with warmth and laughter and much good cheer,
this day, we send thanks above,
We're grateful we've all been together this
"Thank You, Dear Lord for such love."
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2001 ~ 2003 ~ 2004 ~ 2007 ~ 2008