Thanksgiving

It's Thanksgiving eve, so I think I'll do a carol.

TO: Hark, the Herald
Angels Sing

Serve the bird with hot dressing,
Gravy covers everything,
Candied yams adorn the plate.
All this food will sure taste great.
Then we nap quite leisurely
While the game plays on TV.
Pilgrims, did you have a clue
What we would do to honor you?
Now that Thanksgiving is done
The Christmas season has begun.