‘Twas the night before Thanksgivin’
And down in the kitchen
Grandma was baking
And drinking (just a smidgeon).

The turkey was cleaned
And buttered and wrapped
The keg in the garage
Had already been tapped.

Onions and celery were chopped
With such care.
Excitement over the stuffing
Palpable in the air.

All through the house
Aromas did mingle.
Pun’kin and apples
That make your spine tingle.

When from deep in the kitchen
I heard such a clatter
I stirred in my recliner
Wonderin’ whats the matter?

Pots and pans bangin’
And hittin’ the floor -
That’s when uncle Jim found grandma
Sprawled on the floor.

Paramedics were called
And she finally came to
Babbling something ’bout pilgrims
And reeking of Booze.

We brewed grandma coffe,
Then put her to bed.
Maybe next year for Thanksgiving
We’ll make reservations instead.