Twas the night before Thanksgiving and in my sleep, strange dreams in my mind, began to creep. Thanksgiving leftovers beckoned the dark meat and white , But I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turing with anticipation.
The thought of a snack became infatuation so to the kitchen I did race, flung open the door, And gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore, I gobbled up turkey and buttered potaotes, Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round. Till all of 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 tree.
HAPPY EATING TO ALL PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE.
Author unknown
