Our Thanksgiving Day's Feast

Our Thanksgiving Day's Feast

Dad wants to eat soon because there is a game on at noon.

Mom says, "We can't eat early because it takes time to cook a turkey."

Sis and I watch the TV waiting very anxiously.

Santa is our favorite part, and still we watch the parade from start.

Auntie helps mom in the kitchen, and very attentively she listens.

Grandma gives the strictest orders to the both of her daughters.

At last the turkey beings to roast; while all the men begin to boast.

Then Grandpa, Uncle, and Dad look pretty sad.

When the women stare and glare, telling them to go somewhere.

Soon there is complete quiet; the women have calmed down the riot.

We continue to wait patiently, sitting on the floor in front of the TV.

We play the game of what we are thankful for, when I see mom's feet on the floor.

She tells everyone "It's time to eat. Wash your hands and get on your feet!"

Everyone sits down in their place; we close our eyes while Grandma says grace.

Now we can finally eat all the food for the feast.