‘Twas the Night Before Thanksgiving

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On November 26th, 2008 at 22:11

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Happy Thanksgiving to all …and to all a great day!

‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all ’round the place,
Everyone was preparing to fill up their face
Our tummies were empty and feeling quite good
To bed nice and earlier as good eaters should

the turkey was prep’ed all stuffed and well trimmed
it actually shimmered when the light was not dimmed
It was a 42 pounder with it’s wings and it’s legs
And it looked like a barrel on a couple of kegs.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of turkey danced in their heads
And I in my shorts and mum in her gown
For a restful sleep we had just settled down

When all at once there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the window to see what was the matter.
I couldn’t see much but one thing for certain,
I’d have seen much better if I’d moved the curtain.

I looked out the window and checked the back yard
I saw that swings and trees were not marred
And then it appeared in the pale moon light
I’d wonder if’d I even seen such a sight

It climbed out of its car lugging a huge burlap sack,
and entered the house from the door in the back
the doorknob it rattled it shook and did shake
the door flew on open, 2 feathers up he did make

I ran to the kitchen to see the whole sight
I had to know who had woke me up this night
The bird that appeared look like I’d seen him before
Maybe the mall or the grocery store

His eyes were as white as the new fallen snow
and he gobbled a bit as he walked in real slow
I hid ’round the corner keeping well out of sight
I was sure not to give him a terrible fright

A very long neck and butt full of feathers,
waist high boots made of Italian leathers
He stood 6 feet tall from the ground to his head,
I was certain that his helmet was made out of lead

He went straight for the fridge and then opened its door
I’d never seen a big bird do this before
He sighed as he grabbed the turkey in its pot
He gobbled real loud as if to say “NOT”

Into his sack he dumped our fine bird
I stepped on a chip and I knew that he’d heard
He turned on a dime and looked me straight in my eye
I froze in my place, I thought I would die

He looked me up from my head to my toe,
He pulled up a finger and waggled it “No”
He pointed to the sack holding our fine turkey feast
As if trying to say he wasn’t a bad beast.

He went to his pocket and pulled something out
I thought i was a goner, he’d soon take me out
He handed me a card as he went on his way
It said “Why not try pork on this Thanksgiving Day.”

I heard him explain as he went on his way

“Gobbble, Gobble, Gooble”

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