Almost Poem by anais vionet

Thanksgiving is almost here,
annoying school bells have stopped ringing.
Turkeys are huddling, out of sight,
and the garbage men are singing.

We're beginning to prep side dishes,
slicing, dicing, mashing, peeling,
and I'm smiling ‘cause I feel myself
swept up in holiday feelings.

I hope that Macys is ready
for their seasonal parade.
We'll be watching as we start to cook
the banquet that we've made.

I'm wishing everyone plenty,
as we shelter in our homes.
On this tame 2020 holiday,
that we're spending home alone.