A Thanksgiving Poem (of a sort)

Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house, the workers were scattered and not quiet at all!

The painters worked diligently and quiet as mice, amidst all the sawing, banging, and voice.

The counter guys carefully put the counters in place, before sawing the holes for the stove top and outlets.

The plumber hooked up one sink, as the second hadn't arrived.

     The cabinet guys raised the upper cabinets and trimmed the raised counter edge.

            Only the electrician was no where to be found.

As they exited the house, one by one, the house was left with a layer of stone dust and calm.

Joe jumped on the job of cleaning the kitchen,

       And, the cabinets were cleaned and refilled in a smidgen,

To sleep they both went, with visions of pie dancing in their head.

Christine arose on Thanksgiving day, with no prep done for the beautiful meal on the way.

But with the knowledge of water and plenty of counter space, on which to,

     Roll out Pie dough ...

          Chop vegetables for stuffing ...

               Make a few appetizers for a mid-day lunch ...

and finally pull together the perfect size Thanksgiving meal for two, complete with, Maple Cider Glazed Turkey,
Stuffing,
Green Beans,
Pear, Pecan, Blue Cheese and Cranberry chopped salad,
Pecan Pie, and
Pumpkin Souffle.

There was even time for a walk on Thanksgiving afternoon.  I couldn't be more thankful for all of these people coming together to make our kitchen so perfect. 

Soon the final touches will be in place and the kitchen will be finished - watch for the final pictures to come!

 

Please note - this author claims absolutely no poem writing experience or training!