Thanks-b-to-Giving, a poem

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and that’s saying a lot because I love all holidays. I make Christmas explode in my living room, my Halloween costumes are always extra, and I still exchange Easter baskets with my close friends. But there is something really special about Thanksgiving, maybe because it’s near my birthday and growing up often instead of racing around the world to spend with other family it was just two humans who created me and the one human most like me.

I get so annoyed when people rush Christmas before Thanksgiving, and it’s not because I’m scrooge (read above I love Christmas too!), but because there is a certain calmness to Thanksgiving that is often forgotten once we enter true holiday season with office parties, gift buying, and rushing around to check everything off our lists. After writing this poem last year I thought it was cheesy and didn’t want to share, but a year older and wiser I have all the feels when I found it, I hope you do too.

To be read to Twas’ the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the kitchen, pots and pans were a brewing, bubbling, and spittin’

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The turkey was in the brine, soaking up juices all night,

So when placed in the oven flavors would be just right

The warmth and excitement was felt all through the house

Parents and children dreamed of the next day meal in their mouths

The preparation was great, too much it might seem

How great could this one meal really be?

In a world where we often get bogged down with clatter

Thanksgiving reminds us the little things matter

Grandma’s pumpkin pie

The smell of mac and cheese

Even the mysterious look of Father’s dark mixed mustard greens

On the eve of this night, the autumn sky seems to know

Everything we are and how much we still need to grow

The history of the day that follows

Is not really so bright

But we can take this day and give it light

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We all have so much we should be thankful for

And often forget

In our noisy, blinding world

I am thankful for not only the food we share on this day

But for the family and friends life has brought my way

I am thankful for trashcans, showers, and coats

Freedom to say as I wish and a right to vote

I’m so thankful for mistakes that I’ve made

And all the times I fell flat or bumped my head

I am thankful for everyday I didn’t even remember to be thankful, that means my life is almost too great

No real problems, things that hurt eventually fade

The night before Thanksgiving and into the day

It’s not the culinary genius, but the love that beams like a ray

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Gather at the table, because we are all we have

The food fills your belly

But these moments together make your soul glad

Happy Thanksgiving!


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my life has been a very interesting journey thus far. in my quarter century crisis im and not certain of much except that i love cooking and entertaining, and pleasing people is my passion. (wait that sounded a little funny) i am goofy eccentric, and love to laugh, in fact i often laugh at the most inappropriate times. i place high value in honesty and working hard. i don’t really believe in faking it until you make it, without some base knowledge or some sort of depth to your cause. i believe in making mistakes and trying everything once as long as you bring yourself no harm and no harm to others. i am a new age hippy, my words to live by are freedom, serenity, and love. i look for signs of the world and listen. i do judge, anyone who says they do not is a liar, but i use my judgements against you to reflect back on me to see how i can better myself. i hate constraints of our society, including grammar, punctuation, and recipes. i think fast except when it comes to numbers. the culinary world has always been and shall be my safe haven and outlet. i want to inspire, teach, and learn.

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