ThanksgivingA Poem by Grace.Thanksgiving is family grouped together, snuggled by the fire. Its the little kids running and playing in the leaves, while the old women fuss over the turkey. Its the men talking about the latest hunting and fishing. The women coo over the babies and exchange recipes. Thanksgiving is time for the dreaded family pictures to paste onto the Christmas cards. Cousins laugh and share stories while the little kids get cranky as it nears noon. Finally, as all the food is set out, Thanksgiving is being thankful. The whole family makes a ring around the table, entwining their hands. One by one, murming what they are thankful for to the Lord. Crying takes place and you can feel His presence. Then, its time to chow down. Thanksgiving is eating until you burst. Gobbling down ham and turkey, all perfectly seasoned. Thanksgiving is a holliday. A holiday that nobody should be alone on. © 2011 Grace.Reviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 23, 2011 Last Updated on November 23, 2011 AuthorGrace.AboutI believe in a lot of things. I believe in "love" at first sight, because I believe "love" is a small word. I believe in God. I believe in The Bible. I believe in dancing your heart out. I belie.. more..Writing
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