'Twas the night before Thanksgiving, when all through the abode,

Not a person was stirring, not even on the road;

The turkeys were basting in the kitchen with care,

While the family hoped that dinner soon would be there;

The hungry people were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of stuffing and potatoes danced in their heads;

And rolls in the oven, and pies on the table,

Ready to be eaten while football played on cable,

With leggings and loose clothing properly worn,

Each stomach was filled and the head cook was adorned;

Decisions will be made about whether to go shopping,

Those Black Friday deals will have the bank account dropping;

Sweaters, boots, and jewelry galore,

The stores keep making you say "I want more, I want more";

After a few hours of pushing and shoving,

All one could think about is the leftovers and their loving;

The time has arrived to wake up from this dream,

You need to run to the store to get that extra can of whipped cream;

As you exclaimed to your mom as you ran out of sight—

“Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a yummy night!”