The Night Before Thanksgiving

'Twas the night before Thanksgiving,
and all through the place,
We weren't rushing off
as if in a race.
No driving upstate,
we did that before,
No watching balloons inflate,
my feet get too sore.
No frantically baking,
our job is just fruit,
Driving just to New Jersey,
we'll map out the route.
We'll go and we'll eat,
and after, come home.
Having seen lots of family,
we'll then be alone.
And Friday, come Friday,
we'll shop our hearts out,
or stay in our PJs
and just wander about.

Turkey Day weekend in the city,
it's been oh, so, so long,
Not quite sure what we'll do
as the days just go on.
Then before we even know it,
it'll be Monday again.
Back to school books and buses
and seeing our friends.
And, then, in a jiffy,
it'll be vacation once more
this time with a trip planned,
so no city in store.
But for now, so excited
to stay here in town.
Watch the parade on TV,
Have time to slow down.

So I close this blog poem,
(I don't poem too much)
With a wish for you all
For good food, friends, and such.
May your belly be full
And your weekend be bright.
Happy Thanksgiving to all
And to all, a good night.