Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away
Lengthen night and shorten day
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
- Emily Brontë -
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump
May your potatoes and gravy
have nary a lump
May your yams be delicious
May your pies take the prize
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
- Unknown -