It’s that time of year again to gather around the table with family, friends and loved ones for the annual Meleagris gallopavo sacrifice, a highly ritualistic custom celebrated with giant balloon characters, long legged rockets, a jolly old fat guy with a white beard, a couple of throwback gridiron match ups, and a well deserved postprandial tryptophan coma. But before the festivities commence, it’s time for the now traditional Century Trek reading of that old Thanksgiving tale…
‘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 door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Stuffing with gravy, green 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 sky
With 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.
May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes & gravy have nary a lump,
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.