Twas the eve of Thanksgiving
And all through the night
On the road we did go
It caused quite a fright.
While others were dreaming
Of turkey and stuffing
Except for this poem
We did absolutely nothing.
It began with the traffic
Continued with the snow
It ended with rainfall
To mother’s house we did go.
We found ourselves blessed
As the wind fiercely blowed
Many unfortunate souls
Off the unplowed road.
We were greeted in Neenah
With a hug and a kiss
From our family to yours:
Thanksgiving bliss!