Annie's Mailbox for 11/22/2017
Of those to whom much is given, much is required. May we and our children remember this. Amen.
Dear Readers: Here's one more poem, on the lighthearted side, sent in by a longtime reader. We hope you enjoy it:
Twas the Night of Thanksgiving, author unknown
Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned -- the dark meat and white,
but I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation, the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.