You’ve probably wondered where holidays come from.
If you haven’t, I’d say that it’s time you begun!
In a circle of trees just outside of town
is a tree with a turkey on it, orange, red and brown.
This is an entrance, and through it you’ll bound
smack into a place called Thanksgiving Town.
There you’ll see everyone working right now
to make this Thanksgiving the best they know how.
There’s Pilgrims and Indians who make candy corn
and a large cornucopia that’s shaped like a horn.
The Indians are grateful for the harvest God’s given.
The Pilgrims are thankful – they think this is heaven!
Indeed, they’re just happy and pleased they can be
where no one’s ungrateful for the things that they see.
Yes everyone there counts their blessings each hour.
For a bit of relaxing, they board the Mayflower
and set sail out to sea, to see what’s around
but they always return back to Thanksgiving Town.
For this year they’re planning a great celebration
(Thanksgiving to them ain’t just any occasion).
If you’re there you can watch them prepare a parade
with ginormous balloons that the citizens made.
But Thanksgiving gatherings are never complete
without the great feast that they can’t wait to eat.
Just a few days to go – table’s still being set
full of stuffing, potatoes and cranberries I bet!
With turkey and gravy and the tastiest dressings,
it’s a bountiful harvest displaying God’s blessings.
Of course they all know that it’s not about food.
If you accuse them of that, you might seem quite rude!
No, wherever you’re from, and at whatever latitude,
Thanksgiving Town’s message to us is of gratitude.
The people who live there, they have it all year.
We ought to do likewise and be thankful here.
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