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Thanksgiving Songs, Poems and Prose







by (Howard) Vern Nicholson


For This We Give Thee Thanks

For hands that reach and touch our own,
For baby's laughter in our home,
For shoulders that in grief are loaned,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For lips that brave the tender words,
For eyes that speak what can't be heard,
For God's own precious Holy Word,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For open doors and welcomings,
For friends who laugh and sometimes sing,
For everything each season brings,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For large or small, the gifts You give,
For just the privilege to live,
For all we've had and yet You give,
Dear Lord, we give You thanks.

For promises that soon shall be,
Because He hung upon the tree,
For Love that lasts eternally,
Most of all, Lord, thanks, oh, thanks!

by Joan Clifton Costner

I give Thee Thanks ...

For all the blazing sunsets of this year.
For all those precious children, Oh, so dear.
For small and insignificant things
And for the songs that my heart sings,
I give Thee thanks.

I give Thee thanks ...

For loved ones who forgive my failing ways.
For kindness done to me on dreary days.
For lessons learned without the awful pain.
For truth that comes with value, wisdom gained,
I give Thee thanks.

I give Thee thanks ...

For all the soldiers that are serving us.
For those who bear the blessed gospel trust.
For old acquaintances renewed.
For wonders clearly signed by You,
My Lord, I give Thee thanks.

My Lord, I give Thee thanks.

by Joan Clifton Costner

I Count My Blessings

I count my daily blessings, Lord,
And try to count them all.
But, it's like counting all the stars at night
Or the raindrops, when they fall.

For, my blessings are so many
And my troubles are so few ...
That the good always outweighs the bad;
Due to blessings, sent from You.

So, Father, please forgive me
If I fail to count the ways ...
As you have blessed my life immensely,
Through your love that never strays.

2001 by Vickie Lambdin


Your arms, so warm, hold me.
My tears, so sweet, you catch.
Your voice, so still, moves me.
My pain, so real, you fix .

Your promises, so true, mend me.
My joy, so awesome, you give.
Giving thanks to you is my honor.
I'll love you forever and ever.


by Heather Mendenhall 


Thank You, God

Thank you, God, for giving me many Gifts of my very Own.

Thank you, God, for giving your only Son for to Atone.

Thank you, God, for giving me Salvation, Full and Free.

Thank you, God, for giving me a Beautiful life, Knowing Thee.

Thank you, God, for giving me the Holy Spirit, Three in One.

Thank you, God, for Everything; for you left Nothing yet Undone.

by Joyce C. Lock

To Be Thankful

To Be Thankful is ...

~ To Be A Healer ~

To listen for one's heart , then meet them where they are
by opening your heart to let the love of God shine through ...
to follow God's leading in meeting one's true need.

~ To Be A Warrior ~

For those overcome in spiritual battle,
to take their place on the battlefield as their intercessor.

~ To Be An Example ~

To not make judgement by what is seen or heard, neither by word or deed,
but by the Spirit of God, who looks upon the heart ... as the Spirit cannot

~ To Be A Teacher ~

To be willing to be the person in the forefront, learning how to overcome Satan,
that one might be prepared to help others in time of need.

~ And Many More ~

To Be Thankful is, in all the ways Jesus has loved us,
to multiply his seed.

This Thanksgiving Season, let us give Him true 'Thanks'.

by Joyce C. Lock

"Thank You, Lord, for Loving Me"

Once, I was lost in sin.
I was blind and couldn't see.
Friends tried to talk to me.
But, I couldn't hear.

So, I wandered on in sin and misery.
Then, a still small voice spoke
and said, "Come, follow me."

Thank you, Lord, for loving me
and setting me free.
Thank you, Lord, for your precious blood;
how it ran down that old tree.

Thank you, Lord, for each drop;
for it covered all my sins.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me.
Yes, thanks for loving me.

Now, I'm following Jesus.
Now, I can see.
His Holy Spirit speaks
And, now, I can hear.

I no longer wander in sin,
But I walk in His light.
Oh, won't you come and follow Him,
and learn of His love?

1980 by Amanda Jean Griffith



by (Howard) Vern Nicholson

Ten Men Walking

Ten men went walking, one day ...
Stood far off, for lepers were they.
They raised their voices and cried,
" Jesus, Master, have mercy on us."

His heart was touched and He said to them,
"Show yourselves to the priest!"
Away they went, in their haste to obey.
And as they went, they were healed.

One, seeing his healing, turned back to say,
"Praise God for His Mercy today!"
Though ten men went walking that day,
Only one stayed to pray.

by Ralph F. Kirst


Unclaimed Blessings

Only after sorrow can joy be obtained.
After many defeats the victory is gained.
Once the heart's been broken time and again,
The healing process can finally begin.

When fear takes possession of the mind,
Seek out the Lord and security you'll find.
When indecision and doubt is what you feel,
The time has come for you to kneel.

Before the Lord, who's in control,
Ask for His blessings one hundredfold.
He gives to all above all they desire,
And sends to us His special gift of fire.

In the inner realm of heaven above,
We are all discussed with perfect love.
He longs to give what we yearn for ourselves.
Yet, blessings lay unclaimed on hundreds of shelves.

Stand fast, stand firm, and be not swayed.
The price of His sovereignty has already been paid.
You may stumble, but He'll not let you fall.
He wants you in heaven that's been prepared for us all.

by Kathi Toups

The First Thanksgiving and Now

There was a time when the Pilgrims first came to America, here,
Loaded with Thanksgiving and lots of happiness and cheer.
They made it over the ocean. One died and one was born at sea.
Thank you, our God in Heaven, that you let them be free.

They were looking for freedom of religion, were willing to risk life.
Thank Thee, our dear God, for watching over our father's strife,
For bringing them to safety, and a country that would be free
To worship as our souls so desire; our God to worship with Thee.

Many more have come, since that day of long ago, on a little ship a-sail;
Some to Thanksgiving and goodness in a new land, some to assail ...
As on our country, this year in time, this country of America, a crime
Of cowards and bullies, without even a name to call their own, dung or grime?

There was no Thanksgiving this year. There were terror and evil crime,
From the earth's most evil, killing without reason or rhyme.
What of our forefathers, must they turn in their grave, out of shame
That anywhere in the world there is this sort of evil, without a good name?

Were they from Ishmael and Hagar, fatherless son of a maid without wed,
Who hath cursed our God and claimed a pagan god of Allah instead?
Let our fellow countrymen celebrate Thanksgiving all the more this year.
Let us go back, in our mind and heart, to the year our forefathers came to cheer.

God be with the fallen's loved ones. Keep safe the ones You took on home,
To be in Thy care forever, never more in this life or Heaven to roam.
Help us to celebrate their bravery, even their great fear, for they are gone
To a far better place than this old earth, which is only our temporary home.

2001-2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker


High above a mountain top,
Beneath a clear blue sky,
I sit and think about my life
And watch the birds fly by. 

I gaze around in wonder,
At the beauty of the earth;
How I'm blessed to be here,
So grateful for my birth. 

I think about my struggles,
When life was going wrong,
But then, I thank my God,
He made me big and strong. 

I thank Him for the blessings,
He's bestowed along the way,
And thank Him for the love
He's shown me, each new day. 

As I bask in His protection,
I do my best to spread His word.
And, if I touch one other soul.
I know His voice was heard. 

by Marian Jones



Thanksgiving Memories

The table is set before me.
Heavenly scents fill the air.
Mama puts the cookies out.
Oh, sneak one, if you dare.

She's got the turkey basting.
The pies are smelling sweet.
The children gather round her,
Their clothes so nice and neat.

I hear the laughter echo
As we take our place at the table.
Daddy says, "Let's bow our heads,"
And Mama does, too, if she's able.

Daddy always thanks the Lord
For the food He placed before us.
Bless the hands that prepared it.
Then, we all say, "Amen," in chorus.

Daddy carves and slices turkey
As Mama passes the peas.
I look at her and smile,
"May I have a biscuit, please?"

My memories of Thanksgiving,
I hold dear to my heart.
I wish I could travel back
And, once again, be a part.

2002 by Claytia Doran 



Behind the Fall

Somewhere behind the autumn days
The winter travels unknown ways,
Across the fields once lush and green
A little guy - Jack Frost is seen,
He sprinkles white on leaves of gold
At summer's end - so stern and bold.

Behind the fall - October's blend
All nature's beauty God doth lend,
It seems so very short a time
That colors bright are yours and mine,
The harvest stored - the air is chill
With browning grass on yonder hill.

We dream of winter just ahead
While catching leaves of crimson red,
Beneath our feet and all around
So much of beauty doth abound,
And then we hear November's call
As winter comes - behind the fall.

~ Garnet Ann Schultz ~



Messages of Autumn

Autumn gives us hints of God's great love
As falling leaves blanket the flowers
And birds are called to warmer climes
To nest in greener bowers - 

God cares!

Autumn tells us of God's fatherhood
In the yellow gold of ripened grain.
In fruit trees heavily laden,
In crops matured by sun and rain - 

God provides!

~ Sister Mary Gemma Brunke ~



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. I gobbled up turkey 
and buttered potatoes, pickles and 
carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so
round, till 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! 




Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks as she pushed against a November gust and the florist shop door. Her life had been easy, like spring breeze. Then in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a minor automobile accident stole her ease. 

During this Thanksgiving week she would have delivered a son. She grieved over her loss. As if that weren't enough, her husband's company threatened a transfer. Then her sister, whose holiday visit she coveted, called saying she could not come. What's worse, Sandra's friend infuriated her by suggesting her grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer. 

"She has no idea what I'm feeling," thought Sandra with a shudder. 

Thanksgiving? Thankful for what? She wondered. For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her? For an air bag that saved her life but took that of her child? 

"Good afternoon, may I help you?" The shop clerk's approach startled her. 

"I....I need an arrangement," stammered Sandra. 

"For Thanksgiving? Do you want beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the Thanksgiving "Special?" asked the shop clerk. "I'm convinced that flowers tell stories," she continued. "Are you looking for something that conveys 'gratitude' this Thanksgiving?" 

"Not exactly!" Sandra blurted out. "In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong." 

Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the shop clerk said, "I have the perfect arrangement for you." 

Then the door's small bell rang, and the shop clerk said, "Hi, Barbara...let me get your order." 

She politely excused herself and walked toward a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and long-stemmed thorny roses; Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped: there were no flowers. 

"Want this in a box?" asked the clerk. 

Sandra watched for the customer's response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed. 

"Yes, please," Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. "You'd think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn't be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again," she said as she gently tapped her chest. 

"Uh," stammered Sandra, "that lady just left with, uh....she just left with no flowers!" 

"Right, said the clerk, "I cut off the flowers. That's the Special. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet." 

"Oh, come on, you can't tell me someone is willing to pay for that!" exclaimed Sandra. 

"Barbara came into the shop three years ago feeling much like you feel today," explained the clerk. "She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had lost her father to cancer, the family business was failing, her son was into drugs, and she was facing major surgery." 

"That same year I had lost my husband," continued the clerk, "and for the first time in my life, had just spent the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too great a debt to allow any travel." 

"So what did you do?" asked Sandra. 

"I learned to be thankful for thorns," answered the clerk quietly. "I've always thanked God for good things in life and never to ask Him why those good things happened to me, but when bad stuff hit, did I ever ask! It took time for me to learn that dark times are important. I have always enjoyed the 'flowers' of life, but it took thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort. You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others." 

Sandra sucked in her breath as she thought about the very thing her friend had tried to tell her. "I guess the truth is I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God." 

Just then someone else walked in the shop. 

"Hey, Phil!" shouted the clerk to the balding, rotund man. 

"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement...twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems," laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue-wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator. 

"Those are for your wife?" asked Sandra incredulously. "Do you mind me asking why she wants something that looks like that?" 

"No...I'm glad you asked," Phil replied. "Four years ago my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and guidance, we slogged through problem after problem. He rescued our marriage. Jenny here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she learned from "thorny" times, and that was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific "problem" and give thanks for what that problem taught us." 

As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, "I highly recommend the Special." 

I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life," Sandra said to the clerk. "It's all too...fresh." 

"Well," the clerk replied carefully, "my experience has shown me that thorns make roses more precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember, it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love. Don't resent the thorns." 

Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on resentment. 

"I'll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please," she managed to choke out. 

"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll have them ready in a minute." 

"Thank you. What do I owe you?" Sarah asked. 

"Nothing; nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart. The first year's arrangement is always on me." The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. "I'll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first." 

It read: 

"My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the life I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant." 

Praise Him for your roses, thank him for your thorns. 

~ Unknown ~ 




When I was a new turkey, new to the coop, 
my big brother Mike took me out to the stoop. 
He sat me down, and he spoke real slow, 
told me there was something that I had to know. 

His look and his tone I will always remember, 
when he told me the horrors of Black November: 
"Come about August, now listen to me, 
each day you'll get six meals, instead of just three. 
And soon you'll be thick where once you were thin, 
and you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin. 

"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed, 
in will burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head! 
Then, she'll pluck out your feathers, so you're bald'n pink, 
and scoop out your insides, leave ya lyin' in the sink. 
And then comes the worst part, "he said, not bluffing, 
"she'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing." 

Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat; 
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat. 
And decided on the spot, to avoid being cooked, 
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked. 

I began a new diet of nuts and granola, 
high-roughage salads, juice and diet cola. 
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes, 
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes. 

I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half, 
and tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed. 
But 'twas I who was laughing under my breath, 
as they chomped and they chewed ever closer to death. 

And sure enough, when Black November rolled around, 
I was the last turkey in the entire compound. 
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap; 
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap. 
She held me today, while sewing and humming, 
and smiled at me and said, "Christmas is coming." 


'Twas the Month Before Christmas
By Erik Deckers

'Twas six weeks before Christmas, and all through the town
Halloween decorations were just coming down.
I went to the mall, for a weekend reprieve
And saw such a sight that I could not believe.

The place had gone crazy, the mall was just packed.
With new clothes and new toys and cheap plastic sacks
The store owners were praying and pulling their hair,
Desperately hoping we'd spend money there.

When in one of the stores there arose such a clatter
I thought to myself "Now what's the matter?"
Away toward the noise the crowd flew like a flash
And knocked an old woman right onto her butt.

The cheesy green lights and the canned Christmas music
Made me realize not a darn thing rhymes with "music"
What I saw next made me scream and turn pale
A red and green sign said "We're having a sale!"

With a perky sales clerk, so cheerful and quick
I knew in a moment I was going to be sick!
She herded us in like sheep to the slaughter,
"Come in and buy things for your sons and your daughters!

We take Visa and Mastercard and Discover!" she chimed.
"American Express, credit cards of all kind!
From the back of the store, all the way to the front
Everything is on sale, there is no need to hunt!"

With the power and fury of an 8 point earthquake
The people were drawn in like a fat guy to cake
And into the store, the crowd they just flew
But what they were after, I hadn't a clue.

And then with a shudder, I heard behind me.
The ear-piercing scream of a child, age three
He gave a shrill shriek that would curl your hair
He yelled at his parents, "Hey let's go in there!"

"I see lots of games and toys," yelled the runt
"Why can't we go in there and get what I want?!"
I looked at the parents, all haggard and worn.
Their faces were bruised, their clothes, they were torn.

Their eyes, how they drooped. Their coats were all muddy.
She was missing her shoes, his nose -- it was bloody.
He clung to his wallet, she clutched at her purse.
They tried not to explode as they held back a curse.

"You've got enough stuff already," the two parents said.
But the child just screamed and cried and turned red.
"What's the matter?" I asked, though I wished I had not.
They said "You can guess at the problem we've got."

"We're shopping for Christmas, for family and friends,
But it seems like this madness goes on without end."
"We've been here since morning, looking for sales.
But we've spent too much money. We feel like we've failed.

Credit cards, debit cards, checkbooks and cash
It's only November, and our budget has crashed."
Then the child came running up, shouting with glee
"Hey, I found something! Please, come with me."

And I heard them exclaim, as they left with a grunt,
"Merry Christmas to you, though it's not 'til next month."

Erik Deckers is in sales and marketing by day, but at night he dons a cape and mask and. . . well, he doesn't fight crime so much as he just runs around his house making kung fu noises. He is shy, and doesn't want people to make fun of him. At other times, he writes a weekly humor column, which can be found at



I wish you a wonderful
and memorable Turkey Day!
I hope you get together with
your family and have a great time.
I hope you eat until you're
stuffed with pumpkin pie,
all the trimmings,
and of course turkey!
There's just so much
to be thankful for.
And if you're having
a difficult time
thinking of something,
then don't forget that
most of all,
on this blessed holiday,
you should be thankful
that you aren't a turkey.



Thanksgiving Weather Forecast

Turkeys will thaw in the morning, then warm in the oven to an afternoon high near 190. The kitchen will turn hot and humid, and if you bother the cook, be ready for a severe squall or cold shoulder.

During the late afternoon and evening, the cold front of a knife will slice through the turkey, causing an accumulation of one to two inches on plates. Mashed potatoes will drift across one side while cranberry sauce creates slippery spots on the other. Please pass the gravy.

A weight watch and indigestion warning have been issued for the entire area, with increased stuffiness around the beltway. During the evening, the turkey will diminish and taper off to leftovers, dropping to a low of 34F in the refrigerator.

Looking ahead to Friday and Saturday, high pressure to eat sandwiches will be established. Flurries of leftovers can be expected both days with a 50 percent chance of scattered soup late in the day. We expect a warming trend where soup develops. By early next week, eating pressure will be low as the only wish left will be the bone.




Celebrate life for it is a precious gift,
rejoice in simple things such as the rising and setting of the sun.
Experience the beauty and wonder of a field of flowers,
in Him we are called to be one.

Reach out and touch others with your life,
run with your face to the wind and your head held high,
Share your gifts wherever you can,
tell our Lord you will try.

Dance in glory, sing of your joy,
spread His Good News to all whom you meet,
Give Him praise and share His love daily,
until face to face we shall meet.

Raise your voices in prayer,
shout loudly or quietly praise,
Celebrate your existence in His beautiful tapestry of life,
until the end of your earthly days.

Celebrate your life, your love, with God.

~ Jeanne Maack ~



Thanksgiving Blessing Before The Meal

Our Father in Heaven, we give thanks for the pleasure of gathering  together for this occasion and for all who could not join us physically  but who are with us in spirit. We give thanks for this food prepared by loving hands. We give thanks for life, the freedom to enjoy it all and all other blessings. As we partake of this food, we pray for health and strength to carry on and try to live as You would have us. This we ask in the name of our Heavenly Father. Amen.




Thanks for giving me your ears
and listening when I need a friend.

Thanks for giving me your heart
and caring so much about me.

Thanks for giving me a shoulder
when I needed someone to lean on.

Thanks for giving me a hand
to help me through many a troubled time.

Thanks for giving me you -
it's been the best gift 
I've ever received! 


Year after year after year I go crazy!
Every Thanksgiving I sit with the babies!
It's the little kids' table; The table for tots,
Where my mom makes me sit If I like it or not.
The table for grown-ups Is fit for a king,
With goblets And giblets And gold napkin rings,
And bread rolls and salad And dressing with drippings,
One glass just for drinking, And one just for sipping!
But here all the kids Drink from Styrofoam cups,
We eat small turkey bits That our moms have cut up.
Our plates are red plastic And so are the spoons,
And we eat by ourselves In a small dining room.
I have dozens of cousins Age one and age two
Whose Thanksgiving feast Is a greenish-brown goo.
They slop up their faces With vegetable mashes
And after they drink They all have Milk mustaches.
They urp, And they burp, And they belch And they gulp;
Oh, why can't I sit At the feast for adults?
All the mooshing & mashing & smooshing & gnashing!
I put down my fork And I thought about fasting!
I'd never eat turkey Again in my life!
Never pick up a fork! Never pick up a knife!
I'd fast like a mountain-top Indian swami;
I wouldn't touch mustard Or bread Or salami!
"I'll never eat mushrooms "Or green beans "Or squid!
"And I NEVER will eat At the table for kids!"
"What's wrong?" asked my mom, She was pouring some drinks;
"You haven't touched dinner..."Not one single thing!"
She straightened the napkin Tucked under my chin,
She gave me a hug As she pushed my chair in, 
She cut up my turkey bits Two sizes smaller,
She held up my glass, "Have a sip of some water!"
She dished up a spoon Of potatoes and gravy;
My mom tried to feed me Like I was a baby!
Well, my face turned as red As the rhubarb pie filling!
I quick turned away, And my cup went a-spilling! 
BOOSH! Water splashed on Mom's face and her hair,
And it looked like some gravy Was mixed up in there,
Because polka dots spotted My mom's bright white dress!
Her Thanksgiving suit Was a gravy-brown mess!
I should've said "Sorry!" I should've said "Oops!"
I should've helped mom Wipe the gravy-brown goop.
What happened instead Is a mystery, my friends.
But there's one thing for sure- - -I won't do it again!
I opened my mouth- - -Do you know what I did?
I sassed my mom back Like a spoiled snotty kid.
"I can use my own fork! "I can use my own knife!
"And I don't want to sit "At the table for tikes!"
"I can't stand all the gunk! I can't stand all the gak!
"I won't watch little Timothy Eating like that!"
"He's got yams in his hair, "He's got yams North and South,
"And there's food everywhere But inside of his mouth!"
"Then there's Sarah and Icky And Jimmy and Franz
Mixing peas in their milk! Eating with their bare hands!"
"This is NOT what the Pilgrims And Indians did,
Then mom said, "I think your Thanksgiving's all through,
"And I think that it's time You go up to your room." 
"In my ROOM?!" my brain thought, This just couldn't be true!
In my ROOM?! Why, WHY, WHY?? What on earth did I do??
My tummy got grumbly, My feet both felt stumbly,
I wanted to shout, But my mouth was all mumbly.
I walked past the turkey, The dressing and trimmings,
My feast was now ending Before its beginning. 
"Goodbye, pumpkin pie!" I said, as I walked by it,
"So long, green bean bake!" Though I never would try it,
"Farewell, acorn squash, "And potatoes au gratin!
"Ta-ta, apple tart With your whip-creamy topping!"
I sat all alone On my bed feeling hungry.
It felt like I had A stone knot in my tummy.
I could still hear The forks and the knives and the spoons
Clacking and clinking And scraping up food;
My sniffer sniffed smells Drifting up from afar,
And on Thanksgiving Day I was sure I would starve!
So I played with my toys Then I sang a few numbers,
I stood on my head To get rid of this hunger, 
Then somersaults, Push-ups, I played tiddly-winks,
But Thanksgiving turkey Was all I could think!
My belly growled out Like a great grizzly bear,
And I knew, Pretty soon, I'd need something down there! 
Anything, ANYTHING! Liver, or beets!
Even heaps of Hungarian pickled pigs' feet!
"I'll eat wood like a termite! Or flies like a frog!
"I'll chew catnip like kitties! Or shoes like a dog!"
I was just about ready To snack on my hat,
When I heard someone knocking, RAT-TAT-A-TAT-TAT!
It was mom with a plate Piled high with a feast,
And it didn't seem that she was mad In the least.
She set up a TV tray Right by my bed,
And she gave me a kiss On the top of my head. 
"You're growing up fast," She said, hiding a tear,
"Won't you join the adults For Thanksgiving next year?"
The End
1992 Howard D. Fencl


A Poem For Thanksgiving

May Your Stuffing Be Tasty;
May Your Turkey Be Plump,
May Your Potatoes N Gravy Have A Nary A Lump,
May Your Yams Be Delicious,
May Your Pies Take The Prize,
May Your Thanksgiving Dinner
Stay Off Of Your Thighs!


'Tis the time of bundled sheaves
Of oats, rye and wheat
Of canning and corn husking
And apples purely sweet

We welcome our Thanksgiving
As the sun's warmth slowly fades
We have finished our yearly harvest
With our sweat and sickle blades

Blessed by nature's goodness
We give thanks to the ripe lands
With peach cider, wine and herbs
Wild barley and pecans

We celebrate our bounty
As we embrace the deep Fall
And to our great Creator
We give thanks above all



The Twelve Days of Thanksgiving....

On the First Day.....We give thanks for the
fresh turkey feast and its hot trimmings.

On the Second Day.....We bless the cold turkey 
sandwiches, sloshy cranberry sauce, and hard rolls.

On the Third Day.....We praise the turkey pie and
vintage mixed veggies.

On the Fourth Day.....We thank the pilgrims for not serving 
bison that first time, or we'd be celebrating Thanksgiving until 

On the Fifth Day..... We gobble up cubed bird casserole and pray 
for a glimpse of a naked turkey carcass.

On the Sixth Day.....We show gratitude (sort of) to the creative 
cook who slings cashews at the turkey and calls it Oriental.

On the Seventh Day....We forgive our forefathers
and pass the turkey-nugget pizza.

On the Eighth Day.....The
word ''vegetarian'' keeps popping into our heads.

On the Ninth Day.....We check our hair to make sure we're not 
beginning to sprout feathers.

On the Tenth Day.....We hope that the wing meat
kabobs catch fire under the broiler.

On the Eleventh Day.....We smile over the creamed gizzard 
because the thigh bones are in sight.

On the Twelfth Day.....We apologize for running out of
turkey leftovers. 

And everybody says Amen 



Thanksgiving Poem 

May your stuffing be tasty 
May your turkey plump, 
May your potatoes and gravy 
have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious 
and your pies take the prize, 
and may your Thanksgiving dinner
stay off your thighs!! 


I am thankful... 

For the teenager who is complaining about doing 
dishes, because that means she is at home & not on the 

For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am 

For the mess to clean after a party, because it means 
that I have been surrounded by friends. 

For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it 
means I have enough to eat. 

For my shadow that watches me work, because it means I 
am out in the sunshine. 

For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need 
cleaning, and gutters that need fixing, because it 
means I have a home. 

For all the complaining I hear about the government, 
because it means that we have freedom of speech. 

For the parking spot I find at the far end of the 
parking lot, because it means I am capable of walking 
and that I have been blessed with transportation. 

For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm. 

For the lady behind me in church that sings off key, 
because it means that I can hear. 

For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it means 
I have clothes to wear. 

For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the 
day, because it means I have been capable of working 

For the alarm that goes off in the early morning 
hours, because it means that I am alive. 

And finally.......for too much e-mail, because it 
means I have friends who are thinking of me. 
















A Thanks Giving Prayer

We come to this table today, O Lord, humble, thankful and glad. 
We thank Thee first for the great miracle of life, for the exaltation of Being. 
We thank Thee for joys both great and simple -- 
For wonder, dreams and hope; 
For the newness of each day; 
For laughter and song and a merry heart; 
For compassion waiting within to be kindled; 
For the forbearance of friends and the smile of a stranger; 
For the arching of the earth and trees and heavens and fruit of all three; 
For the wisdom of the old; 
For the courage of the young; 
For the promise of the child; 
For the strength that comes when needed; 
For this family united here today. 
Of those to whom much is given, much is required. 
May we and our children remember this. 




Thank you, God, for everything --
the big things and the small,
For "every good gift comes from God"--
the giver of them all.

And all too often we accept
without any thanks or praise
The gifts God sends as blessings
each day in many ways.

And so at this Thanksgiving Time
we offer up a prayer
To thank you, God, for giving us
a lot more than our share..

First, thank you for the little things
that often come our way,
The things we take for granted
but don't mention when we pray.

The unexpected courtesy,
the thoughtful, kindly deed...
A hand reached out to help us
and in the time of sudden need...

Oh, make us more aware, dear God,
of little daily graces
That come to us with "sweet surprise"
from never-dreamed-of places --

Then, thank you for the "Miracles"
we are much too blind to see,
And give us new awareness
of our many gifts from Thee,

And help us to remember
that the Key to Life and Living
Is to make each prayer a Prayer of Thanks
and every day Thanksgiving.



Do you have anything to be thankful for? In his classic novel ROBINSIN CRUSOE, author Daniel Defoe has shipwrecked Crusoe take inventory of his life. He makes two lists. One is a list of his problems. The other is an inventory of that for which he can give thanks.

A problem he writes is that he has no clothing. On his corresponding list he writes that the weather is warm and he really has little need for clothing. Another problem is that all of his provisions were lost at sea. But on the other list he writes that he has fresh fruit and water and can provide for
himself. And so it goes. He lists his problems and likewise lists all that he has going for him. He is surprised at the size of the list of his assets.

How long would your list be if you took inventory of your blessings -- all of that for which you can give thanks? For family. For friends. For faith. For health and the necessities of life. Did you know that some one million people will die this is your health? Those who have food, clothing and
shelter have more than much of our world's population will ever possess. Do you have these necessities of living?

How long would your list be if you took inventory of your blessings...and added one new item daily? Would you be amazed at the size of the list?

You have 1,140 minutes in every day. How would your life be different if you spent just 15 of those minutes daily giving thanks? Just 15 minutes filling your mind with concrete examples of how fortunate you are? Most of us would discover even after a few days that the exercise was life changing!

Poet Courtland Sayers put it this way:

Five thousand breathless dawns all new;
One million flowers fresh in dew.
Five thousand sunsets wrapped in gold;
One million snowflakes served ice cold.
Five quiet friends, one baby's love;
One white sea of clouds above.
One June night in a fragrant wood;
One heart that loved and understood.
I wondered when I waked that day --
In God's name -- how could I ever pay?


Christian mystic Meister Eckhart said, "If the only prayer you say in your whole life is 'thank you,' that would suffice." I suspect he is right.




Thank God we're living in a country where the sky's the limit, the stores are open late and you can shop in bed thanks to television. 
~ Joan Rivers 


So I say thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing... Thank you for the music for giving it to me. 
~ Abba 


Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. 
~ Marcel Proust 


Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything. 
~ Charles Kuralt  


It has been an unchallengeable American doctrine that cranberry sauce, a pink goop with overtones of sugared tomatoes, is a delectable necessity of the Thanksgiving board and that turkey is uneatable without it.... There are some things in every country that you must be born to endure; [I cannot reconcile myself] to cranberry sauce, peanut butter and drum majorettes. 
~ Alistair Cooke 

No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks. 
~ St. Ambrose 


I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner... than feed upon turkey at another man's table, where one is fain to sit mincing and chewing his meat an hour together, drink little, be always wiping his fingers and his chops, and never dare to cough nor sneeze... 
~ Sancho Panza,
in "Don Quixote" by Miguel de Cervantes 


Women. They tear your heart out of your chest, slice it in little pieces, cook it, serve it to you on a hot plate and you're supposed to say, "Thanks, honey, it's delicious." 
~ Rigby Reardon in "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid" 


If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs...that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. 
~ Henry David Thoreau 



The art of thanksgiving 

Is gratitude in action...

Is thanking God for the gift of life by living it triumphantly.

Is thanking God for your talents and abilities by accepting them as obligations to be invested for the common good.

Is thanking God for all that men and women have done for you by doing things for others.

Is thanking God for opportunities by accepting them as a challenge to achievement.

Is thanking God for happiness by striving to make others happy.

Is thanking God for beauty by helping to make the world more beautiful.

Is thanking God for inspiration by trying to be an inspiration to others.

Is thanking God for the creative ideas that enrich life by adding your own
creative contributions to human progress.

Is thanking God for each new day by living it to the fullest.

Is thanking God by giving hands, arms, legs, and voice to your thankful

Is adding to your prayers of thanksgiving acts of thanksgiving.

~ Wilfred Peterson ~



A Thanksgiving Prayer 

Thank You, God, for everything ... 
The big things and the small, 
For "every good gift comes from God" ... 
The Giver of them all. 

And all too often we accept 
Without any thanks or praise, 
The gifts You send as blessings 
Each day in many ways. 

And so at this Thanksgiving time, 
We offer up a prayer; 
To thank You, God, for giving us 
A lot more than our share. 

First, thank You for the little things 
That often come our way; 
The things we take for granted 
And don't mention when we pray. 

The unexpected courtesy, 
The thoughtful, kindly deed, 
A hand reached out to help us ... 
In the time of sudden need. 

Oh, make us more award, dear God, 
Of little daily graces, 
That come to us with "sweet surprise," 
From never-dreamed-of places. 

Then, thank You for the "miracles" 
We are much too blind to see, 
And give us new awareness 
Of our many gifts from Thee. 

And help us to remember 
That the "key" to "life" and "living," 
Is to make each prayer a "prayer of thanks," 
And every day THANKSGIVING. 

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~ 




~ All In A Word ~

for time to be together, 
turkey, talk, and tangy weather. 
for harvest stored away, 
home, and hearth, and holiday. 
for autumn's frosty art, 
and abundance in the heart. 
for neighbors, and November, 
nice things, new things to remember. 
for kitchen, kettles' croon, 
kith and kin expected soon. 
for sizzles, sights, and sounds, 
and something special that abounds. 
That spells THANKS -- for joy in living 
and a jolly good Thanksgiving. 

~ Aileen Fisher ~ 




The Pilgrims Came

The Pilgrims came across the sea,
And never thought of you and me;
And yet it's very strange the way
We think of them Thanksgiving Day. 

We tell their story, old and true,
Of how they sailed across the blue,
And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea. 

Every child knows well the tale
Of how they bravely turned the sail,
And journeyed many a day and night,
To worship God as they thought right. 

The people think that they were sad,
And grave; I'm sure that they were glad--
They made Thanksgiving Day--that's fun--
We thank the Pilgrims, every one! 

~ Annette Wynne  ~



Take nothing for granted, for whenever you do
The "joy of enjoying" is lessened for you ~
For we rob our own lives much more than we know
When we fail to respond or in any way show
Our thanks for the blessings that daily are ours . . .
The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of flowers,
The beauty of twilight, the freshness of dawn,
The coolness of dew on a green velvet lawn,
The kind little deeds so thoughtfully done,
The favors of friends and the love that someone
Unselfishly gives us in a myriad of ways,
Expecting no payment and no words of praise ~
Oh, great is our loss when we no longer find
A thankful response to things of this kind,
For the joy of enjoying and the fullness of living
Are found in the heart that is filled with Thanksgiving. 
Fill Your Heart with Thanksgiving 

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~



Landing of the Pilgrims

The breaking waves dashed high, 
On a stern and rock-bound coast; 
And the woods against a stormy sky, 
Their giant branches tossed. 

And the heavy night hung dark, 
The hills and waters o'er; 
When a band of exiles moored their bark 
On the wild New England shore. 

Not as the conqueror comes, 
They, the true-hearted came; 
Not with the roll of the stirring drums, 
And the trumpet that sings of fame. 

Not as the flying come, 
In silence and in fear; 
They shook the depths of the desert gloom, 
With their hymns of lofty cheer. 

Amidst the storm they sang, 
And the stars heard, and the sea; 
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang, 
To the anthem of the free! 

The ocean eagle soared 
From his nest by the white wave's foam; 
And the rocking pines of the forest roared, 
This was their welcome home! 

There were men with hoary hair 
Amidst that pilgrim band; 
Why had they come to wither there, 
Away from their childhood's land? 

There was woman's fearless eye, 
Lit by her deep love's truth; 
There was manhood's brow serenely high, 
And the fiery heart of youth. 

What sought they thus afar? 
Bright jewels of the mine? 
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? 
They sought a faith's pure shrine! 

Ay! Call it holy ground, 
The soil where first they trod; 
They have left unstained what there they found ... 
Freedom to worship God! 

~ Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans ~ 



This is the time of year, when we're reminded to give thanks.
Instead of waiting until next year, to be reminded - Let's make every day one of thanksgiving!
After all, each day is a unique gift...

~~ So ~~

Give a hug - For no reason;
Say I love you - Just because;
Share a smile with a stranger;
Take time - Count your blessings;
Don't take anything or anyone for granted;
End each day with no regrets.


For the air we breathe,
and the water we drink,
For a soul and a mind
with which to think,
For food that comes
from fertile sod,
For these, and many things,
I'm thankful to my God.


Children do you know the story
Of the first Thanksgiving Day,
Founded by our Pilgrim fathers 
In that time so far away?

They had given for religion
Wealth and comfort - yes, and more -
Left their homes and friends and kindred,
For a bleak and barren shore.

On New England's rugged headlands,
Now where peaceful Plymouth lies;
There they built their rough log cabins,
'Neath the cold forbidding skies.

And too often e'en the bravest 
Felt his blood run cold with dread,
Lest the wild and savage red man
Burn the roof over his head.

Want and sickness, death and sorrow, 
Met their eyes on every had;
And before the spring had reached them
They had buried half their band.

But their noble, brave endurance
Was not exercised in vain
Summer brought themn brighter prospects,
Ripening seed and waving grain.

And the patient Pilgrim mothers, 
As the harvest time drew near,
Looked with happy thankful faces,
At the full corn in the ear.

So the governor, William Bradford,
In the gladness of his hear,
To praise God for all his mercies,
Set a special day apart.
That was in the autumn, children,
Sixteen hundred twenty-one;
Scarce a year from when they landed,
And the colony begun.

And now, when in late November,
Our Thanksgiving feast is spread,
'Tis the same time-honored custom
Of those Pilgrims long since dead.

We shall never know the terrors,
That they braved years, years ago;
But for all their struggles gave us,
We our gratitude can show.

And the children of New England,
If they feast or praise or pray,
Should bless God for those brave Pilgrims,
And their first Thanksgiving Day.

-Youth's Companion 

Dear Lord,
Thank you for this bountiful feast and all the blessings we have recieved in our lives.
Bless the less fortunate and teach us to be more giving in the future.
Please remember and bless all our familys and friends, keep them safe from harm and in good health.

Thanksgiving Prayer

Thank you, God,
for friendship
and love so 
warm and sweet.

Thank you for the
little things
that make life complete.
Thank you for easing
my worry and pain.
Thank you for the 
sunshine and each drop 
of spring rain.

Thank you for bringing 
comfort in times 
of strife.
Thank you for the
precious gift of life.

Thank you for listening
when I seek you in prayer.

Thank you for loving me
and always being there.

Thank you for helping
each step of the way,
and for the feast
on the table
on Thanksgiving Day.

Happy Thanksgiving!
May many blessings
be yours.

 ~ Bobette Bryan ~



A Thanksgiving Prayer

"O God, when I have food,
help me to remember the hungry;
When I have work,
help me to remember the jobless;

When I have a home,
help me to remember those who have no home at all;
When I am without pain,
help me to remember those who suffer,

And remembering,
help me to destroy my complacency;
bestir my compassion,
and be concerned enough to help;

By word and deed,
those who cry out 
for what we take for granted. 

-Samuel F. Pugh





We're thankful for Thy blessings, Lord,
Thy watchful eye above,
For freedom's bell that rolls for all
In this dear land we love.

We're thankful, Lord, for useful work,
For measure of good health,
For family ties and friendship dear,
More precious this than wealth.

For all Thy tender mercies, Lord,
For sunshine and for rain,
For golden harvest richly blessed
In yield of fruit and grain.

On this Thanksgiving Day, dear Lord,
We bow in humble prayer.
We're thankful for Thy blessings, Lord;
Thy gifts are everywhere.

~ Kay Hoffman ~




Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! It's holiday time again!

Time to gather 'round the table with family and friends, time to look back on the year and give thanks for the blessings of home, hearth and  freedom. Time to take a walk on a brisk fall day, smell the  woodsmoke-scented air, listen to the reassuring sound of F-16s flying combat air patrol over the city.

Time to join hands and raise our voices in a timeless song of the season:

"Over the river, and through the wood, To Grandmother's house we go ... "


First off, Grandmother moved to Scottsdale and bought into a gated  "leisure living community" two years ago last spring, after the record  snowfall up in the hills melted all at once during a freak warm spell and  the raging river flooded not only the wood, but Grandma's farmhouse as well.

Oh, she was all ready to re-build -- had an architect draw up plans for a modern, spacious, energy-efficient split ranch with central heat and air and an attached garage to replace that drafty old pile she and Gramps had moved into back in 1940 -- but the county historical commission nixed the design as "unsympathetic with the historic character of the Civil War battlefield on which applicant's property is situated."

Wow. Guess those stories Gramps told about Stonewall Jackson carving his initials in the privy door were true after all!

" ... The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh ... "

Hmmm. Not a bad way to travel nowadays, all things considered. Unless, of course, the horse gets into the green hay, in which case it's a miserable way to travel for anyone riding aft of old Dobbin.

Then, again:

" ... Through the white and drifted snow ... "

"White and drifted snow?" In Scottsdale? Arizona? Right. Not in THIS geological epoch! But to continue:

"Over the river and through the wood,
To Grandmother's house, away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
For 'tis Thanksgiving Day!"

Okay, maybe not for a doll or top, (nor for a jelly roll or a lemon drop, nor to pay a toll to a cop, nor even for dear old Mom and Pop, we will not stop, we shall not stop, said Sam-I-Am ... ahem.)

But if we pass a Wal-Mart that by some miracle has an Xbox left in stock -- oh, you betchum, we'll stop!

"Over the river and through the wood,
When Grandmother sees us come,
She will say, 'O, dear, the children are here,
Bring a pie for every one!'"

Uh-oh. Pie. I KNEW we were supposed to bring something. How far back was it that we saw that Marie Callender's sign, anyway?

"Over the river and through the wood,
Now Grandmother's cap I spy ... "

"Oh, lordy, lordy! They come by sleigh and they're STILL early! Three o'clock, I told 'em, don't get here 'till three, and here it is quarter to two! Paw, get the eggnog out of the fridge and watch the football with 'em until I can get these curlers out of my hair and my makeup on!"

" ... Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?... "

"No, it's not done, neither is the turkey, nor the dressing, nor the sweet potatoes, Aunt Bessie's still at the store getting the wine she forgot to bring -- and good Lord grant she gets it here before she drinks it all up, bless her heart. And your cousins called from the Tampa airport -- something about getting the fruitcake through security. Go out by the pool with Paw and watch the football for a while 'till I can for God's sake get myself together!"

" ... Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!"

"Oh, bless you, child, you remembered!

At least SOMETHING'S gone right today!"


Maxie Rizley is a professional beach bum and hurricane bait living on Galveston Island, Texas. She is wretchedly still single at the tender age 
of 45. Maxie has been writing professionally since 1987 and co-authored 
with Gina Fendler-Brown "Galveston: Lore, Legend, and Downright Lies" 
(Eakin Press, Austin, 2000. 164 pages). Maxie enjoys sailing on 
Galveston's 206 foot square rigger Elissa and performing sea shanties and 
otehr nautical ditties with several of her shipmates as "The 
Barquentones." You can see more of Maxie at:




1 part of knowing who you are
1 part of knowing who you aren't
1 part of knowing what you want
1 part of knowing who you wish to be
1 part of knowing what you already have
1 part of choosing wisely from what you have
1 part of loving and thanking for ALL you have

Combine ingredients together gently and carefully, using
faith and vision. Mix together with strong belief of the
outcome until finely blended.

Use thoughts, words and actions for best results.

Bake until Blessed.
Give thanks again


Thank you, Lord,
for friendship
and love so warm and sweet.

Thank you for the
little things
that make life complete.

Thank you for easing
my worry and pain.

Thank you for the sunshine
and the smell of spring rain.

Thank you for bringing comfort
in times of stress and strife.

Thank you for the precious gifts 
you blessed throughout my life.

Thank you for listening
when I seek you in prayer.
And most of all,

Thank you for loving me
and always being there.

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.

I 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, your turkey be plump.
Your potatoes '''n gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, your pies take the prize.
May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.

Author Unknown
Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving from Spike & Jamie


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