From Our House To Yours

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. Deviled eggs, 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.