Sung to the tune of ‘Sleigh Ride’

Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin’, ring-ting-tinglin’ too,

But, wait, dinner’s roasting, and Grandma needs a toastin’ for the food,

For, she needs to end before the Thanksgiving family will do,

The shops are rampant and everything is ignored, What can she do?

Shop here, shop there, camp here, now where? Let’s go get the chair,

We’re wasting our meals on the Christmas deals in the square.

Hurry up, in, out, the door buster deals are viewed through lit up pews,

We’re freezing our butts from chilling wide struts that we came to do.

Now, we glide on over to the dancing white swirls of snow,

And slowly slide in a heart-warming cup of white chocolate joe.

Now, we must make it to the table of thanks you know,

Or we’ll regret not hearing the tales of my uncle’s foes.

Out since 5, we do the drive to the white meadow,

And meet up with the long lost list of the family’s fellows.

12 o’ clock, the aroma pours its grand forge of food through the land,

But through the door, Death lays with her, what did you do?

So, instead of briskly walking down the lit up lanes in town

Think of your family, ‘cause they won’t always be around.

Spend your life wishing for more than you can construe,

Or give thanks for the life that was given out to you.