Got this today via email. I think I’ll start a new catagory called “From the Inbox” just for the email items I re-post here. Anyway, enjoy this little holiday post.
T’was the night after Thanksgiving… 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 temptations with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation,
the thought of a snack was 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,
pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
“til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky,
with a mouthful of pudding and 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 ‘tater ‘n gravy have narry a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
may your holiday dinner stay off of your thighs.