We give thanks for all the fresh turkey feast and its hot trimmings.
On the Second Day:
We bless the cold turkey sandwiches, slouchy cranberry sauce and hard rolls.
On the third Day:
We praise the turkey pie and vintage mixed vegetables.
On the fourth Day:
We thank the Pilgrims for not serving bison that first time, or we'd be celebrating Thanksgiving until April.
On the fifth Day:
We gobble up cubed bird casserole and pray for a glimpse of the naked turkey carcass.
On the Sixth Day:
We show gratitude (sort of) to the creative cook who slings cashews at the turkey and calls
it turkey nugget pizza.
On the Eighth Day:
The word "Vegetarian" keeps popping into our heads.
On the ninth Day:
We check our hair to make sure we're not beginning to sprout feathers.
On the tenth Day:
We hope that the wing meat kabobs catch fire under the broiler.
On the eleventh Day:
We smile over the creamed gizzards because the thigh bones are in sight.
On the twelfth Day:
We apologize for running out of turkey leftovers. And everybody says Amen!!!
