To all Airstreamer's:
Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving, I Just Couldn't Sleep
I tried Counting Backwards, I tried Counting Sheep.
The Leftovers Beckoned - The Dark Meat and White
But I Fought The Temptation With All Of My Might
Tossing And Turning With Anticipation
The Thought Of A Snack Became Infatuation.
So, I Raced To The Kitchen Flung Open The Door
And Gazed At The Fridge, Full Of Goodies Galore.
I Gobbled Up Turkey And Buttered Potatoes,
Pickles And Carrots, Beans And Tomatoes.
I Felt Myself Swelling So Plump And So Round,
'til All Of A Sudden, I Rose Off The Ground.
I Crashed Through The Seling, Floating Into The Sky
With A Mouthful Of Pudding And A Handful Of Pie.
But, I Managed To Yell As I Soared Past The Trees.....
Happy Eating To All - PassThe Cranberries, Please.
May Your Stuffing Be Tasty May Your Turkey Be Plump.
May Your Potatoes 'n Gravy Have Nary A Lump.
May Your Yams Be Delicious May Your Pies Take The Prize,
May Your Thanksgiving Dinner Stay Off Of Your Thighs.
May Your Thanksgiving Be Blessed
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