on thursday afternoon
the old table sits twelve with all the leaves in place
but we couldn’t find them all
we were only expecting eight or ten anyway
but by the time halftime arrived there were a couple
dozen mingling about the old farmhouse
when the beer and soda began to run low
we passed the hat and sent the twins into town
meanwhile all the men were kicked out of the kitchen
and a number of them went out back to start a fire
it was a cold but bright sunny day
and I heard some of the littles ones say
how wonderful it would be
if only it would snow on thanksgiving
november two thousand seventeen
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Love this little slice of a thanksgiving story – charming and real
I’m elated you enjoyed this one, Kathleen – thank you very much.
Love this… will continue to do my catch up reading later 🙂
thank you for visiting here again and sharing your thoughts….
so pretty….
thank you very much