T’was 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. 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, May your turkey be plump. May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump. May your yams be delicious. May your pies take the prize, May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs!!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL
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