'Twas the morning of Thanksgiving and all through the house the smell of chopped onions soon filled the house

The turkey was stuffed in the oven, with care, in hopes that the dressing soon would be there

The cranberry sauce was simmerin' in the pot that delicious taste will soon hit the spot

When all of a sudden my plans became snowed as the yams overheated and began to explode

The horrendous sight sent my head reeling while sticky yam-meat hung from the ceiling

But the turkey came out as moist as could be the dressing & cranberries brought so much glee

The rest of the meal went without a hitch there's much to be grateful for, so why should I bitch?

^{~ poem © @thekittygirl /steemit ~
(the above didn't actually happen, but was written to emphasize a point)}

THANKS = APPRECIATION

I believe that everyone could/should allow a glimmer of appreciation/gratitude in their hearts for the things we have. Regardless of whether one is an atheist, agnostic, Buddhist, Taoist, Hindu, Sikh, Wiccan, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, or whether they worship the Great Pumpkin — all of us have things (food, shelter, clothing, whatever) that came from 'somewhere.' Be grateful to that 'somewhere,' whether you believe those things came by chance, science, magic, or "Divine Providence."

Appreciate the things you have. Be grateful, dammit. Be thankful. Give thanks. Be happy. No matter how bad it is, it could always be much worse.

May the 'somewhere' bless every one of you reading this, each in their own way.

^{~ © @thekittygirl /steemit ~}