Oh, Mr. Turkey, you’re looking so fine.

Now that you’re cooking, I’ll have that glass of wine.

Stuffed you good then laid in the oven pan.

Put you in the oven, so you could get a nice, crispy tan.

As you were about done, I’d prepped the rest.

Taters, green beans, what a tasty mess.

Made me some gravy, put the cranberry out.

Buttered some rolls, I’m done without a doubt.

The family was here all cozy and famished.

I was preparing myself for the aftermath damage.

Mr. Turkey was passed as well as my taters.

As for dessert, some were debaters.

Green beans were demolished, the rolls were all gone.

Cranberry went well, it did no wrong.

Gravy boat made quite a few laps.

Along with some messy and dripping mishaps.

The wine was poured to all of the adult folks.

And the rest, which were children, got icy, cold Cokes.

When the dinner was finish and the dishes were done.

Then off for more wine and some TV and family fun.

Men watching football, women gossiping about stuff.

After a few glasses of wine, it all sounded like fluff.

Before I knew it I was snoozing in my chair.

When I had awoken, everybody just stared.

Then out came a laugh from everyone.

They were hankering for pie, they weren’t done.

All of them had gotten their second wind.

So to the kitchen I got sent.

Then finally in the late evening when everyone was gone.

I passed out on my bed til the early dawn.

My holiday went well even though it was a task.

It will bring great memories to me from the past.