It came without family, came without friends,
It came without turkey,
It came without pies,
It came without mashed potatoes, stuffing, or sighs
So as you sit at your table with a tear in your eye
And settle, alone, for a very long cry
Remember Thanksgiving doesn’t come from a store
Being thankful, perhaps, means a little bit more...
This year it doesn’t mean sinks full of dishes
But hearts full of love and of far away wishes
And next year when we gather on Thanksgiving day
We might not rush to leave but instead want to stay
To laugh and to dance, and to talk and to sing,
And to savour the moments that gratefulness brings.
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I thank God every time I remember you.