Thanksgiving Day stands alone, almost forgotten except for the turkey bones.
No one cares much - they'll make a meal - have some family over, nothing much to talk about.
It's one of the quieter holidays with no pomp or circumstance - only chance conversation.
Bits and pieces, odds and ends, this holiday culminates with Santa Claus as it's highlight in a Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Then it ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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