Thanksging Prose

'Twas the night before Thanksgiving,

And while the children did rest.

He hurried in the kitchen,

Doing what he does best.

His ritual perfected, as 

We'll share a huge feast,

Of stuffing, potatoes, corn,

And an organic roast beast.

Chopping, dicing,

His menu, so grand.
My job so simple,

Just offer a hand.

Our table is set

Eighteen, can you believe it?

There's room at this table,

We'll make it, we will fit!

The hurry, the panic,

Sets in night before.

What were we thinking?
What is in store?

A house filled with family,

Our tradition, our Day.

I cannot in the heart of me, 

Think of a better way. 

The chaos, the bodies, 

The drinking, the food.  

The laughter, the smiles, 

The altogether good mood. 

Each year I feel lucky 

Altogether, we're blessed.

To have a home, a family,

A day with limited stress.

I am thankful for family,

The young and the old.

For the food on the table,

and the vodka- kept cold!

It's easy to complain,

When things don't go your way,

But I'm so glad we have the respite

Each year of Thanksgiving Day.
A time where we truly think,

About all we treasure.

How we made it another year,

Survived all we've weathered.

I am lucky this year,

So much to be thankful for.

A husband that cooks, works hard,

I adore.

Two lovely daughters,

Filled with energy and spark, 

Running, Laughing, 

From sunrise to dark.  

Family and friends

Whose support, unreal.

Many who will join us,

And share in this meal.

So Happy Thanksgiving to you,

Whomever you are,

May your days be surrounded

With love near or far.

Linking up with Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. This week I combined the following prompts.
2.) What traditions do you carry on with your family each year?

4.) Write a poem about something you’re thankful for this Thanksgiving.