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.