White Thanksgiving
We dream of it for Christmas Eve,
The swirling pearls of snowy down--
Its blanket grows and does not leave
And covers homes and barns around.
The horses stay within their stalls,
Thinking cowboys this day won't ride--
Far from the busy shopping malls,
Where folks seem so empty inside.
Yet, still the family gathers
On this rare white Thanksgiving day,
To thank the Lord for what matters--
Share their abundant feast and pray.
Though some are here in memory,
We love and laugh with them in death--
Knowing to cherish things that be
And relish our time with each breath.
So at tables we say prayers
Over food this white Thanksgiving--
As we put away all our cares
And thank God and kin still living.
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