Thanksgiving Shenanigans

Thanksgiving’s here, let’s gather ‘round,
Where chaos and laughter are always found.
The turkey’s roasting, the pies are set,
The kitchen’s a battlefield—full of regret.

Grandma’s making her famous yams,
But no one will touch them (except Uncle Sam).
The stuffing is salty, the gravy’s a lump,
And Grandpa’s asleep before his first chomp.

The kids are screaming, “When can we eat?”
As crumbs from the crackers litter their seat.
The dog steals a roll, the cat takes a leap,
And Mom yells, “This house is a disaster heap!”

When finally, the feast is ready to start,
We bow our heads with warmth in our heart.
“Thank you for family, and all this food…”
(But please, no more yams—we’re just being rude!)

The meal commences, the forks start to clatter,
As politics and football begin the chatter.
Grandma shushes, “Let’s keep it light!”
But Dad’s debating until late in the night.

Then pie is served—it’s pumpkin and pecan,
And cousins fight over the last flan.
Laughter erupts, the evening is saved,
Despite the chaos, we’re all well-behaved.

So here’s to Thanksgiving, that annual feast,
Where love reigns supreme (even if turkeys are deceased).
It’s messy and loud, but let’s not forget,
The best memories are the ones we don’t regret!