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On the First Day:
We give thanks for the fresh turkey feast and its hot trimmings.
On the Second Day:
We bless the cold turkey sandwiches, sloshy cranberry sauce, and hard rolls.
On the Third Day:
We praise the turkey pie and vintage mixed veggies.
On the Fourth Day:
We thank the pilgrims for not serving bison that first time, or we'd be celebrating Thanksgiving until April.
On the Fifth Day:
We gobble up cubed bird casserole and pray for a glimpse of naked turkey carcass.
On the Sixth Day:
We show gratitude (sort of) to the creative cook who slings cashews at the turkey and calls it Oriental.
On the Seventh Day:
We forgive our forefathers and pass the turkey-nugget pizza.
On the Eighth Day:
The word ''vegetarian'' keeps popping into our heads.
On the Ninth Day:
We check our hair to make sure we're not beginning to sprout feathers.
On the Tenth Day:
We hope that the wing meat kabobs catch fire under the broiler.
On the Eleventh Day:
We smile over the creamed gizzard because the thigh bones are in sight.
On the Twelfth Day:
We apologize for running out of turkey leftovers. And everybody says Amen.
-- Author Unknown
Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful.
-Laura Ingalls Wilder-
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Cranberries are sorted for ripeness by bouncing them; a fully ripened cranberry can be dribbled like a basketball.
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