Waiting for Thanksgiving
The smell of turkey races through the house, bread, potatoes cooking.
It fills my nose with great delight thinking of a grand thanksgiving night.
Waiting for the dinner bell, eating is always better than smell.
But then there are guests coming in. hugs and kisses still remain.
The room is full of thankful thoughts. Love and happiness god has brought.
But still the clock is ticking, and I am still here waiting for thanksgiving.
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