Thanksgiving is over, the fridge is clear full
With lots of leftovers in clear plastic bowls.
There’ll be turkey sandwiches, soup and potpies.
The choices are endless, some new things we’ll try.
We’ll make cappeletti, and turkey spread too.
But before we all know it, the weekend is through.
Christmas is coming – it’s coming too fast.
I’ve so much to do; I’m left feeling aghast.
There’s shopping and trimming, I could just moan.So why did I waste time on this silly poem??
Hope your holiday was the best.