A poem read by Elder James Buckner at the SMDPA Annual Thanksgiving and Worship Dinner on 11/18/2023. (Author Unknown)

‘TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING

‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving,

But I just couldn’t sleep.

I tried counting backwards,

I tried counting sheep.

The leftovers beckoned,

The dark meat and White,

But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,

The thought of a snack became infatuation!

So, I raced to the kitchen,

Flung open the door.

And gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,

Till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground!!

I crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky

With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But I managed to yell

As I soared past the trees…

HAPPY EATING TO ALL,

PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE.