It happened oneThanksgiving, a long time  ago, at a  little country village covered in snow. Thanksgiving Eve  arrived at last. Another season now had past.

The smoke from the chimneys filled the sky,while the hams and turkeys cooked inside. The woman sang as they cooked and baked. The kids just wanted a piece of fruit cake.

Old Preacher Murphy was the first to know,of a family in need just down the road. He got in his car,at each house he stopped, until his car was filled to the top. A turkey a ham, every family gladly gave, a box full of goodies, each neighborl made.

Old Preacher Murphy took the box to the house, he knocked on the door, three  small children came out, a young women stood behind them, her cloths faded and worn. How are you mam on this Thanksgiving morn? The people in town sent some things you might need. A box full of food, blankets and things.

Before Preacher Murphy could speak another word, thank you, oh thank you , from her lips he heard. How did you know we had nothing to eat? my babies were hungry when they went to sleep, now to awake to a bountiful feast. God has again supplied our need.

The old preacher smiled as he walked away, giving thanks to God on this Thanksgiving day.