Nutmeg and Sage inspire, and I <br />See no good reason not to <br />Bake ‘n eat. <br /> <br />Roast, roast, roast, and... <br /> and... <br /> and... <br />Turkey! Pie! That Jello... thing. <br />It’s time to give thanks to... <br /> <br />TV blaring, blazing, <br />Pass the pass, half-time trumpets, <br />Pass again! Run! Score! Win! <br />Back to the hotel, team, ‘n score again! <br />Drop your pompoms, girls and <br />God bless ‘em every one! <br />And it’s time to give thanks to... <br /> <br />Why not? Let’s eat again. <br />And eat, <br />And eat, <br />And... <br /> <br />Leftovers. Uncles on sofas. Grandfather’s snores. <br />Every cushion reserved, claimed, conquered, covered. <br />Leftover plates find a spot on the floor. <br /> <br />Blitz Day! <br />Buy! Buy! Shove! Buy! <br />Out of stock? Rain check? No! <br />Cabbage Patches, Elmos, Newest Nintendos, <br />Fistfights at Costcos. <br />Baskets filled with <br />Unusables. Fodder for garage sales. <br /> <br />Someday seventy! Their turn! <br />Thank God!<br /><br />Ross Lakes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-days/
