Day after one 
day before another 
on we go 
into the season 
put away one 
take out others
so we go
getting home and 
our spirits ready 
dreams of things 
glad tidings and 
all good will
for at least 
one more month 

It’s funny now 
that I’m alone 
and listen to 
others talk about 
how tired they 
are of family 
at this time 
of holiday nights 
I sit here 
wishing that I 
had just one 
more hour with 
mine for all
of the days 
they’ve been gone 

Thankful is as
much of a
was as is
too frequently we
look at where
we are and 
forget from when 
we were so 
on this day
take a moment 
and reflect just 
how far and
remember all who 

Sitting here
and watching 
faraway lights 
coming towards 
wishing but
alas knowing 
not one 
of them 
is yours 
only strangers 
which I 
guess might 
as well 
be you 

The day before 
and I remember 
an early snow 
as I dollar
in hand crossed 
the playground on
my way to 
buy some milk 
for the stuffing 
I was twelve 
and already thinking 
remember this moment 
for one day 
far from now 
and home this 
will mean Thanksgiving