Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving

Twas the day before Thanksgiving and all through the town Shoppers were hustling carrying groceries in bags of brown Leaves of red and yellow falling to the ground A touch of frost in the air And low and behold what did I see My two lovely daughters fair Mercy me, mercy my What is this tears I do fear Bags were packed and hearts were broken Not even a good bye token No worries my girls it will be alright We will prepare our dinner and toast to love lost Let’s get a little tipsy if just for tonight But not too much for in the morning we need not pay the cost Cans were opened and packages emptied complete Along with the bottle of Belvedere Salt and pepper if you please Careful not too much or you’ll sneeze! Suddenly there was a sound I jumped to feet and almost hit the ground And to my surprise it was just the alarm clock ringing It’s four am and the bird must go in! And all through the house all could be heard was Trace Atkins singing, Your one hot mama So wash, cut, peel, and prepare One more sip do I dare? With a tear stained shoulder and a loving heart I checked on the two broken hearted gals As so sweetly they slept No worries girls, I whisper as I closed the door Mama will always be your pal no matter what and that will never depart Back to the bird stuffing and all I thanked God as I laid down my head or did it fall? For healthy safe daughters but can you just do one more thing, a simple wish For Christmas let the rest stay together and find new loves for the two For this Inn is getting way too full! For Erin and Bonnie Laugh through the tears