They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.
When I bought the raffle ticket,
My reasoning was murky,
And I could only just believe it,
When I won that doggone turkey.
Now, the kids were all excited
When we brought the critter home.
So we placed him in the barnyard,
Where he'd have lots of room to roam.
Since the date was late October,
I'm quite sure you understand,
That to have him for Thanksgiving
Was my awe inspiring plan.
Well, the turkey was no birdbrain,
As I was very soon to find.
That bird knew what I was thinking;
Why, I declare, he read my mind.
I let the children care for him,
To my most profound regret--
He turned on his charming manner,
And, quickly, he became their pet.
But that fact did not deter me,
I told myself it didn't matter.
I was dead set and determined
To see that gobbler on a platter.
When the kids perceived my purpose,
They turned on the tears and pleas.
Then, the wife joined in their chorus,
And that brought me to my knees.
So I told my grieving family
They could dry up, and relax.
I concealed my disappointment--
Went and put away the axe.
Came the dinner of Thanksgiving,
Not a sad face could be found.
And our live Thanksgiving turkey
Was the gladdest bird around.
We gathered around the table,
And I humbly asked the blessing--
While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside,
We had hotdogs and dressing.
I remember eating dinner in the glow of the burning lamps.
We all dipped our bread into a common bowl of oil.
A little bread, a little cheese, some salt, an apple, a little wine.
But for the salt all the fruits of our own labors. And Gods.
The enjoyment of fellowship and family at table and fireside.
Laughter and the soft sounds of evening chores and talk.
Discussing the work to be done tomorrow and next week.
Telling the old tales, the good ones, and the family stories.
Children learn who they are from this and will remember.
Maybe a song or two, all voices raised, some sweet, some not.
Childrens prayers before bed, every night, from this comes faith.
A cuddle and a kiss with your wife, to let her know she's beautiful.
A snuggle with her beneath the warm blankets, face on a cool pillow,
And a whispered prayer of thanksgiving before sleep takes you.
God gave every man a brain, two hands and a heart.
With these tools we can build all of these things.
With all of these gifts, who needs more?
what's that you say,
I am on the menue,
for Thanksgiving Day."
ham is so good,
forget about old turkey,
I wish you would."
It's funny how we associate things. They become one with each other. Who can imagine an Easter without the bunny, or losing a tooth and not being paid a visit by the tooth fairy. And Christmas would be unthinkable without Santa. So that is why, I guess, that I still remember one particular Thanksgiving from my youth.
Back then, turkeys at the market were fresh, not frozen and encased in plastic as they are today. They also represented an extra expense on an already tight food budget. So my mother made arrangements with the market manager to set up a layaway of sorts, paying some each week, and they promised to hold one for her.
I remember when, on the afternoon before Thanksgiving day, she sent me over to the grocer to pick up the turkey. I jumped on my bike and rode downtown to Converse Market. Walking up to the door, I found it locked. Shading my eyes, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that all the lights were off. Turns out they had closed early that day to give their employees a little more time to spend with their families.
When I returned home and told my mother what had happened, the look on her face was one of devastation. What would Thanksgiving be without a turkey? I thought my dad would be mad, but instead he just said “we've got food in the house don't we”? And we did.
So, although the letdown of a Thanksgiving without the traditional bird could have been a disaster, on that particular day, we chose instead to give thanks for what we had, and, as a family, dived into our pork chops with all the fixings.
Lovingly Dedicated to my Precious Angels:
Tammie, Tiger, Lanissa, Dougie and Janene - and of course to all of my other adoptive angels too!
Thanksgiving Day Blessings For My Children
So thankful for the blessings
Of my five beautiful children
My truly precious angels
All were sent from heaven
Yes, even my stepdaughter is
An equal gift from God above
She completely fills my heart
And carries all this momma love
Looking back at my childhood
It was the best time growing up
I never dreamed it could be better
Until I received the gifts of mom luck
At that point in time
I devoted my entire life
To raising my children
No matter what the strife
I worked so many jobs raising them
Periodically three to four at a time
Even the tiniest moments we shared
Are forever memorable in my mind
I treated each and every moment
As if it was the best time found
To show my children just how
To bounce the joy all around
Now even down to the youngest
Of my grandchildren do know
All the favorite things I cherish
That makes my heart glow
Happiness, dancing, singing
Smiles, nature, balance, peace and rocks
All filled with mountains of love
And I really do mean lots
The most glorious feeling in the world
Is at this very moment - it’s so true
As I think of how all of my children
Pass the same to their loved ones too
It certainly is a good thing
I’m gifted with a big family
To pass the joy all around
To any others they may see
It has been worth all the struggles
And the bumpy roads I’ve been through
To reach this glorious moment in time
Where will the next 56 years take me to
Love and joy are the seeds of inspiration
Those gifts that God sends to me
I kind of wonder if anyone
Could ever be happier than me
As I wait for them to all to arrive
To celebrate this Thanksgiving Day
I am counting all my blessings in thanks
Because this really is the best day
I really do wish happiness
For everyone else too
But for me, all I can say is
Hallelujah and whooo-hooo!
Florence McMillian (Flo)
A big hurray for the Yankees
for their stunning victory,
and a parade of confetti
to celebrate their twenty-seventh win
in the World Series on
November sixth in New York City.
Fans tossing shredded paper they saved in their offices
for that unexpected event, revel in their triumph, cheering up
their heroes whose faces glow with glory from Battery Park
to City Hall as they ride down, " The Canyon of Heroes"...
and all the streets seem a scenery of snow as Bloomberg
honors them with his poignant, thought-provoking wit!
The cheerleaders dance and the band wearing
their famous, colorful Scottish skirts,
don't mind the nippy weather...
what a joy to pay their tribute playing
their happy, memorable tune for
a great team who fought against the odds.
The crowds can't get enough
of their charisma and these rejoicing players
accept this honor with smiles...
and they know that there are
many more to come in the near future,
so let's cheer and hail our handsome champs.
A parade of confetti tossed down by fans
weeks before Thanksgiving Day,
when the jubilant, vibrant city forgets
all the worries to indulge in a carefree day,
revving up its passionate spirit and be jolly all morning...
a celebration indeed for every fan engaged in fervent hailing.
One of America’s most treasured holiday and tradition is known as the celebration of Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving a plentiful feast of food and a gathering of friends and family a holiday began as a feast in the beginning days of Americans is one of the most celebrated traditions .To some thanksgiving is just another holiday that is unimportant just another reminder that Christmas is just around the calendar .Just a day off of work or school ,a tradition passed on over the years, commonly excuse to over eat , an occasion that is between two months ,November the 4th Thursday and October the 2nd Monday for Canadians .
But in November 1621 ,after the pilgrims first harvest the Governor William Bradford established a feast and invited a group of the Native American allies .Now remembered as the “first Thanksgiving “ by Americans even though the pilgrims used this terms to describe the feast it was held for three consecutive days .Even though there isn’t a known historic banquet menu of there was record of that several of the Wampanoag guests arrived Bearing five dear by Edward Winslow who wrote in his journal .Also Many Historians suggest that many of the meals were served in traditional Native American spices and cooking methods . Because none of the pilgrims had oven and the Mayflower sugar supply had dwindled there was not the modern day traditional that featured pies, cakes and other desserts .The celebration of Thanksgiving has never changed through the year weather your nationality or faith background it is always been a time to express the thankfulness of family Thanksgiving is the day to reunite with family and feast upon food.
There are many traditions that come with thanksgiving but one that is know over all of America is the food. This tradition is know by many households is that many families struggle to finish out the thanksgiving without having a Ham or turkey on thanksgiving . Also many us have all heard you cant have a turkey day with football, Not every family in America makes football a part of their tradition but the most do .This could range form watching the game to having a little fun playing a game outside .
But you cant forget the essence of thankfulness this can be saying a prayer of thanks to the family gathering to tell what there most thankful for and There are many ways that this can be expressed.
It's another Sunday morning
Almost Thanksgiving and brisk
Dontcha just love optimists
The sun is shining
The rhody's leaves are wide open
Clouds are everywhere
Trying their damndest to thwart the sun
The blue patches are spreading rapidly
Puddles from last nights storm
Reflect the coming brightness
A few still clinging maple leaves
Shiver in hesitant nudges of breeze
While I prepare for a mind trip
And a second coffee
Aaahh that tastes sooo goood
Fishing? fresh or saltwater?
Checking the gear as I flow with traffic
Driving the old International 3/4 ton pick up
With the pot warp monkey's fist
Hanging from the mirror
I tied eight of them for Coke
To give to friends for Christmas
He gave me the rattiest one
The truck's in Maine now
Gathering rust and dust in my daughter's yard
I'll stop to fill the thermos
And maybe grab a couple of subs
It's on the way to the bait shop
Let's hope they still carry striper swipers
I really need a red one
Schoolies'll ride the incoming
around that spit on the back river
Right were we nailed them last year
Man did they ever taste good
Later on they'll reek of oil from the harbor
Still fun to catch but not worth keeping
One of these days I'm gonna brand them
To see if I get one next year
Coffee's getting cold
Guess I'll start cooking breakfast
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
It was the Day after Thanksgiving and every store in town.
Had planned to opened wide its doors before daylight could be found.
It was an outlandish sight to see people sleep overnight.
Shoppers camping on sidewalks people waiting in the moonlight.
The Christmas shopping season was formally set in motion!
Hustling, bustling, getting, and grabbing: bikes, pipes, and lotion.
TVs, wreaths, computers, briefs, trees, ties, anything money buys.
Some starry-eyed children sway singing with Santa beneath skies.
Meanwhile, Jesus Christ, the nativity, and live manger scenes
Attempt to teach people what the Christmas season really means.
A few carolers come singing along their neighborhood streets.
And the folks that they sing too, with big smiles, surprise them with treats.
A God loving soul amid the clamorous celebrations,
Gathers his family, to make costumes and preparations.
Mary, Joseph, Jesus, shepherds, and the three Kings with gifts, myrrh.
Reverently, they reenact our blessed Savior's Holy birth.
This poem was written for Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas in Your Town contest.
Poetic form: A narrative written in couplets.
Today I woke to your voice, on the answering machine
I pourd two cups of coffee, and read the morning paper
I wrote a little note, and placed it on the T.V. screen
Yelled out I love you, and that I would see you later
Your sister waved at me today, She still shows me that I'm Number one
So I just waved back to her, and went on with my day
On my desk sits your picture, where you were so happy and having fun
Down there at the lake, two years ago today
Talked to my momma today, told her that we're doing fine
She asked if we were coming home, on thanksgiving day
I told her you had to work, but I'd be there by nine
And that I probably could, spend a couple of days
Driving home I saw your sister again, I just waved and reved the engine
I think she really likes me, She's always waving I'm number one
Tonight I fixed you dinner, Made your favorite bite to eat
Then I done the dishes, so that you could rest your feet
I opened a letter in the mail today, as I read it the words made me cry
Then I realized that I was all alone, and that you finally went away
I just couldn't believe, that you would ever say doodbye
And that this all happened, two years ago today
It was the evening before Thanksgiving,
so off to the biggest store in town I went, for a few items,
I needed to complete my Thanksgiving Feast.
Everyone was grabbing, and hurrying to get out.
I was totally out of my comfort zone,
for I hardly ever come here,
except to buy a few things, you don't find anywhere else.
Then there he was, lost as a goose in a thunder storm,
his wife had played a severe trick on him.
A list he held in his hand for the items she needed.
I heard him talking to himself, so I stayed close behind him,
just for the entertainment.
Marshmallows, does she want the big ones or the small ones,
oh no, couldn't put that down, so I'll buy both.
Cherries, now where are they, probably way over on the other
side of the building.
Just then he turned around to look at me,
am I blocking you, if so I am sorry, but I don't know
where anything is, and with this crowd in here, I can't
even think, much less find anything.
No, I said, you are fine, I am just as lost as you are,
that's when he told me, my wife played a cruel trick on me.
She wanted to come early, and get this over with, but I told
her, what is the rush, well, I will never say that again, ever,
and if I get out of here alive, you will never see me pushing a buggy
in here again without my wife.
I don't know how she does it.
I thought to myself, smart man.
We have to give his wife credit, smart woman.
Come on in my family, and friends,
let us all work together, as the preparation
Grab that turkey, and warsh him real good,
better make sure we have plenty of wood.
Fire up the stove, and get it real hot,
sure hope paw got out all the buckshot.
Cut up them onions, and chop them real fine,
make sure you don't cut your fingers this time.
Grab you a chere, and sit down right here,
grandma is busy icing down all the beer.
Uncle Pete is piled up, watching the game,
he is hollering for snacks, the only reason he came.
Pick that dishrag up off the floor,
this is the last one, we don't have nary more.
Set the table with paper plates, and cups,
maybe this year, we just might have enuff.
Save all them cans, and put them in this box,
we sure wish grandpa could be here with us, but he
is still in detox.
After we eat, and our bellies are full,
the guys will jack the cars up, and get under the hood.
From our house to yours we wish you the best,
Happy Thanksgiving from us all, now it is time to rest.
It is the day before the day,
of Thanksgiving Eve,
and the kitchen is steaming,
cooking vittles to eat.
Possum, and Armadilla,
hope we have enough,
last year we had complaints,
the meat was to tough.
Corn on the cob,
steaming the room,
in run the cats,
chase them out with the broom.
oh man the smell,
grandma had to look,
at the little ones tail.
Potatoes slightly burned,
we'll just scrape that off,
Aunt Julie's got the flu,
gee, what a cough.
Pallets on the floor,
we're all wall to wall,
three days, and counting,
we're having a ball.
Hope your day is happy,
as the gang piles in,
from our house to yours,
welcome, family, and friends.
The turkey tradition has carried on,
you can probably find one, in every home.
Some are deep fried, until golden brown,
while others are baked, with stuffing in the pan.
The bigger the better, for feeding your folks,
a satisfying meal, is your biggest hope.
Frozen or fresh, the turkey shall stay,
your biggest attraction, on Thanksgiving Day.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.