If you hear rumbling,
That’s not a bear.
It’s Sammy and Daddy,
Two lumps in a chair!
I want my sister,
I want my brother.
I want my father,
And I want my mother.
To sit at my table,
Enjoying some food.
And make Thanksgiving
Really, really goo…
Christmas is fast approaching,
You can already hear the jingles.
I’m not done with Thanksgiving yet,
Just bought my Turkey Pringles!
Christmas is still fairly far away,
Yet Sam and I are getting our jollies.
Even as Thanksgiving Dinner looms,
We are eating homemade tamales!
Thanksgiving poems are predictable,
Turkey, stuffing and gravy driblets.
Yet I find it quite despicable,
No one sings the praise of giblets.
The Christmas bells are ringing!
Groovy way to make a living.
Yes, my kitchen’s really swinging,
Making Sammy’s and my Thanksgiving.
Stuff yourself with turkey, max out your credit cards.
Just walk away from me with your holiday jive,
Because the sun is out, the sky is blue,
And I am just thankful to be alive!