We'll soon celebrate Thanksgiving day
On a cold Thursday in late November
With family at the table or with a TV tray
Waiting for the bird that I'll soon dismember
The dinner plates will overflow
With turkey, green bean casserole,
Stuffing, gravy, and a dinner roll
Nobody is worried about portion control
Some will keep coming back for more
Others will eat and then catnap
Occasionally waking to check the score
Women will talk about the sale at the Gap
Then start planning for next year
Like who'll make the pumpkin pie?
Some of the children will be in high gear
Others will feel tired and want to go bye-bye
Though it's not a Christian holiday per se
People use the day to give thanks,
Count their blessings, and to pray
On a day picked by the son of Nancy Hanks
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