Sparkling stars dusting the November heavens above;
A house full of family with bounteous amounts of Love.
Tops of moptops bent over for thanks and solemn prayer.
Dog respectful under table, he knows he’ll get a share.
Pumpkin, whipped crème, with cranberry sauce;
Give me that turkey and I’ll show you who’s boss.
Croissant cooling butterously over on the trivet;
Uncle clamoring for seconds…drumstick? Hey, give it!
I think it must be Thanksgiving, a Thursday nonpareil
And then Christmas is coming. We get presents—f’real!