'TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but 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 doorand 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,till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the skyWith a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees.......happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please!~~Author Unknown.~~

Grandma Mikkelson wanted me to send this cute poem to everyone-Happy Thanksgiving to all. We are thankful for our wonderful family and friends.