Gwamma's Thanksgiving Rap
T'was Thanksgiving Eve and throughout the Far North,
Cold temperatures plunged like a galloping horse.
The Aurora was dancing in a cold Winters' sky
Reflecting on snowy mountains so high.
O'er ice-crusted lakes, black ravens flyby,
And moose snuggle warmly and bears get shuteye.
The fireplace is blazing with hiss-crackle-pop.
The turkey awaits cooking in the old blue crockpot.
Gwamma made it home from a quick little trip
To pick up some last minute recipe tidbits.
She unloads the car, stamps snow from her boot.
Throws her hat on the rack and peels her snowsuit.
Her booty she piles on counter and table,
Grabs apron and starts cooking with a hoot and a giggle.
There's dressing to make, candied yams and green beans,
pumpkin pie, deviled eggs and gravy tureens.
A cranberry compote, pecan tarts for nibbling,
A crusty bread loaf in the hot oven rising.
Time for a break, sit down by the fire,
Toast a marshmellow or two for my hearts' desire.
Give thanks for the bounty of hearth, home and spread,
A funny little Grandson who lost part of his head.
But the Tooth Fairy came thru with a coin or two.
So all in all, it was quite a coup.
Special thanks for my Son & Daughter-in-law
For giving me a little one, who calls me "Gwamma"
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL & TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
Cold temperatures plunged like a galloping horse.
The Aurora was dancing in a cold Winters' sky
Reflecting on snowy mountains so high.
O'er ice-crusted lakes, black ravens flyby,
And moose snuggle warmly and bears get shuteye.
The fireplace is blazing with hiss-crackle-pop.
The turkey awaits cooking in the old blue crockpot.
Gwamma made it home from a quick little trip
To pick up some last minute recipe tidbits.
She unloads the car, stamps snow from her boot.
Throws her hat on the rack and peels her snowsuit.
Her booty she piles on counter and table,
Grabs apron and starts cooking with a hoot and a giggle.
There's dressing to make, candied yams and green beans,
pumpkin pie, deviled eggs and gravy tureens.
A cranberry compote, pecan tarts for nibbling,
A crusty bread loaf in the hot oven rising.
Time for a break, sit down by the fire,
Toast a marshmellow or two for my hearts' desire.
Give thanks for the bounty of hearth, home and spread,
A funny little Grandson who lost part of his head.
But the Tooth Fairy came thru with a coin or two.
So all in all, it was quite a coup.
Special thanks for my Son & Daughter-in-law
For giving me a little one, who calls me "Gwamma"
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL & TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT





























