As I sat and thought about the things for which I'm thankful, this poem just sort of popped into my mind. Things have changed since I was younger...family isn't what it used to be, but food still makes us feel better. I hope your Thanksgiving finds you seated around a hearty table with those you love, and your family still intact. I wish mine was.
One sister hates the other one,
the other one hates me.
I'm not certain what I did,
but I'm off the family tree.
We can't share a turkey as once we did,
I'm sure that knives would fly.
I already have a cataract
so I can't risk losing my best eye.
My health is good, my weight is high
and my BP suddenly grew,
So what the heck, my Cholesterol
is probably chart topping, too.
People who don't smoke die each day,
and those who do hang around.
So will one more pile of potatoes
put me in the ground?
I can't resist a piece of pie
It's punkin don't ya know.
How much more can a sliver cause
this old behind to grow.
So bow your heads and give your thanks
on this Thanksgiving Day.
You may as well forget to diet
Christmas is but a month away.
P.S. If anyone is interested in sharing "Letters to Santa" at Dishin' it out, contact me for a slot. I have a lot to ask that old geezer for. :)