Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the place,
Kids were screaming; the house a mess…you should see my face.
I threw on my shoes and ran a brush through my hair,
To dash to the store, in hopes a ham was still there.
We had planned an afternoon of quiet holiday cheer,
When some friends called and said they were coming over here.
I have been to their house at least once or twice,
It’s not that bad, if you don’t mind sharing dinner with mice.
She said she would bring something; “What would you like?”
To be honest, the thought makes me want to go on a hunger strike!
Don’t worry, don’t fret..they don’t know about this blog,
They will never read about their habits that rival a hog.
I digress, so I will return to the story at hand,
I could have made a feast, if I had the time to plan.
I am now searching the store for a meal suitable for the holiday,
To avoid her contribution that will result in a hospital stay.
There was nothing in the meat case, not even a ham hock,
When I heard “Attention shoppers, we close at 7 o’clock.
I left the store with a frown; my shopping cart empty and my arms bare,
Headed home, knowing there would be no grand meal when my friends arrived there.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a sign in my way.
McDonald’s will be open this Thanksgiving Day.
You’ll hear me exclaim loudly tomorrow when my friends drop by,
Happy Thanksgiving! Pass the McNuggets and don’t hog the fries.