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Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,... An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;... An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they... Are growin more beautiful day after day;... Chattin' an' braggin' a bit with the men,... Buildin' the old family circle again;... Livin' the wholesome an' old-fashioned cheer,... Just for awhile at the end of the year...Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door... And under the old roof we gather once more... Just as we did when the youngsters were small;... Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.... Father's a little bit older, but still... Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will... Here we are back at the table again... Tellin' our stories as women an men...Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;.. Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there... Home from the east land an' home from the west,.. Home with the folks that are dearest an' best... Out of the sham of the cities afar... We've come for a time to be just what we are... Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank,.. Forgettin' position an' station an' rank...Give me the end of the year an' its fun... When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;.. Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,.. Let me sit down with the ones I love best,.. Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,.. See the old faces unblemished by wrong,.. See the old table with all of its chairs... An I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers...
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..'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...