Thanksgiving

TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,
BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.
I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,
I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.


THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -
THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,
BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION
WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.


TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,
THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.
SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,
AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.
GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,
PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.

I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,
'TIL ALL OF A 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 TREES....
HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.

MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.
MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!

To you, and your family, wishes for a blessed and Happy Thanksgiving.

Winnie

November 11

This is an excerpt from an e-mail I received from Carol, a special person and OGR listener. I thought it a great tribute for November 11, Veterans’ Day and a small way to honor family, friends and all who sacrificed and served in the military.

It's the Soldier, not the reporter 
Who has given us the freedom of the press.

 
It's the Soldier, not the poet, 
Who has given us the freedom of speech.

 
It's the Soldier, not the politicians 
That ensures our right to Life,  Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..

 
It's the Soldier who salutes the flag, 
Who serves beneath the flag, 
And whose coffin is draped by the flag.


Pray for our men and women Who have served and are currently serving our country 
And pray for those who have given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom....

THESE COLORS DON'T RUN
 


 AMEN!