The night of Thanksgiving....

  Someone sent me this via email and I just loved it....I would be happy to give credit to whomever put this together so if someone knows I will update this entry...enjoy:

 

          '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,
                  'Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

               I crashed through the ceiling, floating 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!"

              May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump;
                   May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump;
            May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize;
              May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.