We’re all trying very hard to eat healthfully in our household, and the holidays can wreak havoc with even the most dedicated of dieters. As such, I’ve prepared a giant salad platter full of yummy items that hopefully will fill us up before all of the caloric dishes get passed around: sweet potatoes drowning in butter, brown sugar and bourbon, mashed potatoes with cream and butter, and pumpkin pie.
And then, later on, there will be the call of the leftovers to contend with, which brings to mind this poem.
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 off the temptation with all of my might.
I tossed and I turned with sweet anticipation,
As 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 & 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.
Have a blessed, healthy day!
Time to hop on the treadmill!