Thanksgiving by Edgar Albert Guest

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Since Thanksgiving is just a few days away. I would like to take this

opportunity to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving. Let us remember to

give thanks and to express our gratitudes to our family and friends. As

Ella Wheeler Wilcox said,

 

" …blessings are like friends, I hold, who love and labor near us.

We ought to raise our notes of praise while living hearts can hear

us. "

It certainly makes more sense for us to give sincere appreciation to our

family and friends while they are still around. Life can be really

fragile and we are not always guaranteed of tomorrow

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rek.html> . There is little room for regrets in life and we must

generously lavish our family and friends with gratitude and thanks

throughout the year. And perhaps, along the way, we can also reach out a

helping hand to others who are in need too.

 

Besides expressing our gratitudes for our family and friends, we must

also give thanks to the environment which has been providing

unconditionally for us. And what would be a better way to give thanks to

our environment than to protect it.

 

What are you thankful for this year? What would you be doing this

Thanksgiving? Would you be doing anything special this year? Although I

am not observing Thanksgiving here, it would be great to share your joy.

Wishing you a Bless and Happy Thanksgiving week!

Thanksgiving by Edgar Albert Guest

Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,

An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;

An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they

Are growin' more beautiful day after day;

Chattin' an' braggin' a bit with the men,

Buildin' the old family circle again;

Livin' the wholesome an' old-fashioned cheer,

Just for awhile at the end of the year.

Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door

And under the old roof we gather once more

Just as we did when the youngsters were small;

Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.

Father's a little bit older, but still

Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will.

Here we are back at the table again

Tellin' our stories as women an' men.

 

Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;

Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there.

Home from the east land an' home from the west,

Home with the folks that are dearest an' best.

Out of the sham of the cities afar

We've come for a time to be just what we are.

Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank,

Forgettin' position an' station an' rank.

 

Give me the end of the year an' its fun

When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;

Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,

Let me sit down with the ones I love best,

Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,

See the old faces unblemished by wrong,

See the old table with all of its chairs

An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.