Twas a night before Thanksgiving, when all through the house
Every creature was stirring, except for the mouse
The Turkey was marinating in the Kitchen with care
In hope that the family would notice it there
The children were nestled all snug in their sweaters
Waiting to send their Santa letters
And mamma in her apron, and I in my chefs hat
Had just settled down when we heard a pitter-pat
From the living room there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter
Away to the Christmas tree I flew like a flash
Only to see it fall with a clash
I sprang from the kitchen to see what was the matter
Away to the Christmas tree I flew like a flash
Only to see it fall with a clash
There stood a puppy, so lively and quick,
The puppy came over and gave me a lick.
The puppy came over and gave me a lick.
-This Thanksgiving parody by Lydia Cauley :)
