Wednesday seems to come quicker every week. I guess that is a good thing considering it is the first time in the week we think about being able to make the weekend. This week is kind of special in it is Thanksgiving Eve. I’m not sure anyone really thinks of a particular day in this manner. Hey, it is better than just letting the day before Thanksgiving go by without notice. In honor of Thanksgiving Eve I’m going to tell a little story on Fiction Favorites about “The Night before Thanksgiving.” Before I start, I need to set the mood. Ready? Okay here goes; a nice fire is in the fireplace, cats, dogs, kids and family gathered around.  Cranberry scone and a mug of hot pumpkin spice toddy (give me some slack, this is fiction) is in your hand. The CD player is set up with one-hundred of your favorite Thanksgiving songs and the soft Thanksgiving lights are twinkling on the Thanksgiving tree. I think we are there. Here is the story:

 

The night before Thanksgiving,

 

All around the place.

 

The family has gathered,

 

In every inch of space.

 

The turkey is soaking,

 

To thaw in water base.

 

The drinks, food are bought,

 

Stored, guarded by mace.

 

Teenagers seem quiet,

 

New games of face?

 

Mother-in–law has advice,

 

Need a fly to chase.

 

Dad in the cups,

 

Never liked that vase.

 

Sis is complaining,

 

Husband left, no trace.

 

Still it’s good,

 

Thanksgiving embrace.

 

Happy Thanksgiving y’all.