QUIRKY TURKEY

T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night, Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright, Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day, Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may. The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear, A second turkey for Boxing Day must be prepared, sadly I fear, The 1st wrapped in foil, the 2nd one also, a disaster was clear, I thought that inevitably an upset was near. My Aunt unlike my mom, expected us to arrive with a turkey, For my aunt never bothered to have anything ready, My brother packed the car with presents and a foiled bird, The scene that unfolded later was hysterical, yet absurd. We arrived in the pouring rain, the weather was murky, Don’t forget the presents and of course the famous turkey, My eye on it never wavered, my brother had a plan, But told me not to tell, that day he was nobody’s fan. The turkey took centre place on the dining room table, My Aunt had also invited their neighbour, Aunty Mable, The festivities begun and we each took our seats, Carving the turkey this year was Hubby’s feat. As he took off the foil carefully, my anxiety grew, What transpired caused dismay somewhat undue, For there on the table stood a raw, defrosted turkey, Anyone for Kentucky chicken I asked in a voice rather perky. My mom got uncontrollable giggles, my brother winked at me, What was happening, how could this possibly be, He ran to the car, presented us with a joy that did meet every eye, The real MC-coy, a roasted turkey he’d hid in the trunk, oh my! Competition Entry: The Night Before Christmas Sponsor: Joseph May Dated: 2024/12/07