There was no scent of turkey, no souffles for puffing,
There were no cranberries, gravy, no yams and no stuffing.
There were no kinds of pies, and no family to gather,
There was no celebration, no holiday blather.
The calendar said, “25th of November,”
These two only children were at home to remember.
It was Thanksgiving Day, and although we are grateful,
Just another day at our house, nothing much fateful.
I did 5 loads of laundry, the fridge I cleaned out.
I busied myself, and I tried not to pout.
I turned off my oven, no cookies I baked,
I took the day off, ‘cause my back really ached.
I tried to take a nap, but I couldn’t relax,
I felt kind of sad, and I thought of the facts.
No children or grandkids, no siblings at all,
No parents, just us, it makes holidays small.
I went for a walk, on this lovely fall day,
There were grandpas with strollers I saw along the way.
Children outside were enjoying the weather,
Lots of houses with families all gathered together.
We had a nice dinner, watched saved shows on the telly,
We really enjoyed eating crispy pork belly.
No wonder we normally go out of town,
I said to myself with a sigh and a frown.
Today is Black Friday, I won’t be out shopping;
I spent all my cash in Las Vegas, restaurant hopping.
So I ordered my last two Christmas gifts on-line,
And I won’t think of sales, and I’ll try not to whine.
I think that next year, we’ll make Thanksgiving travel
Part of the plan, so I do not unravel.
I have no one to blame for my false expectations,
I will try to plan trips for some holiday vacations.
It's almost December, and I'm feeling behind,
Some holiday spirt, I'm trying to find,
When the house is decked out and the tree is aglow,
I'll get into it soon, as I'm sure you all know.