T’was the Night Before Thanksgiving

T’was the night before Thanksgiving and all through the ‘Sip,

Not a creature was stirring, not even the Pip.

The Ramsey house was cleaned with extra special care

With the knowledge my sister’s family soon would be here.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds

Except my middle son, who’s stuck on the couch instead.

Mama, tired from cleaning and cooking all day,

said with a tired voice, “I’m trying to sleep, please go away.”

So I went into the den and typed with a clatter

When my youngest son walked in and asked, “Dad, what’s the matter?”

I looked at the boy and managed a smile,

I thought of my blessings — a list nearly a mile.

I  said ,”Son, nothing’s wrong. It’s Thanksgiving you see.

Come over here and sit next to me.”

Because I know that while an early Christmas is here to stay,

Thanksgiving is an attitude, not just a day.