Bless us oh Lord for these thy gifts which we are about to receive
As we labor over the food this Thanksgiving Eve.
With grandmother behind the curtain and mother at the helm
Making sure neither gets too overwhelmed.
And as the children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of gravy bowls danced in their heads.
And mamma in her apron, and I in my sweats
Had just retired for a long night’s rest.
And as I lay me down to sleep
I tirelessly count all my sheep.
In hopes that when I do awake
I’ll have some help with the pies I’ve yet to make.
I will arise and go now to the oven
Making sure every thing’s prepared with lovin’.
And sure as the morning sun
Are all the errands I’ve yet to run.
As I race back home to my surprise
Mother’s finished all the pies.
As grandma stuffs the turkey with care
In hopes that relatives will soon be there.
And the TVs bright glare
the balloons floating through the air.
Gave proof through the years
That Thanksgiving was here!
As family marches through the door
The wondrous smell of food is hard to ignore.
We assemble together and take to our seats
And mother and grandmother rest their tired feet.
We take a look and cast a smile
At family and friends we haven’t seen in a while.
We laugh and we chatter
For nothing else matters.
And as we stare at the display before us
We soon forget all the fuss.
And we all join hands and pray
On this blessed Thanksgiving Day!