Today is a
jewel...to set in the heart of honest men,
but careful you do
not take the day and leave out the gratitude.
(E.P. Powell)
So, once in every
year as we throng
Upon a day apart,
To praise the Lord with heart and song
In thankfulness of heart.
(Arthur
Guiterman...from The First Thanksgiving)
As we express out
gratitude, we must never forget
that the highest
appreciation is not to utter words
but to live by
them. (John Fitzgerald Kennedy)
The Pregnant
Turkey
(Thanks to Tom for
this story)
One year at Thanksgiving, my Mom
went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing that my sister is
gullible, my Mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed
something from the store. When my sister
left, Mom took the turkey out of the oven...removed the stuffing...then stuffed
a small Cornish hen and inserted it in the turkey...and re-stuffed the
turkey.
When it was time for dinner, my
sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the
stuffing. When her serving spoon hit
something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my
mother exclaimed, “Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!” At the reality of this horrifying news, my
sister began to cry. It took the family
two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs. YEP..........SHE'S BLOND!
Happy
Thanksgiving!
'Twas 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.”
Humour from
Erma Brombeck
Thanksgiving
Dinners take eighteen hours to prepare.
They are consumed
in twelve minutes.
This...is not a
coincidence!
Thanksgiving is
the Day
men start to get
in shape for Santa Claus!
(seen recently on
a church sign)
Written by Merle
Baird-Kerr...September 24, 2014
Comments are
Appreciated...e-mail to:
inezkate@gmail.com...or...mbairdkerr@cogeco.ca
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