ON THANKSGIVING DAY

 Morning, as I open my sleepy eyes, the sun doesn’t shine,

 A cool, breezy, Autumn day, the sky is heavy, and snow is on its way.

This is to be a most unusual morning as something special is to be,

On Thanksgiving day, a visitor a visitor will make his way to our door.

It’s been felt through the night while I slept, not a dream to be,

A miracle, a feeling of a most special gift on this thankful day.

He’s coming! I thought of him all week, how will this man appear

To me,

I’ve prayed and prayed that my wish for this day would be answered.

Is it possible that he can be as he once was when I sat on his lap

As a child,

It’s about that time, there will be no knock, I will not see him but

He will be.

The wind is blowing all around, there will be no sound,

The moment is now,

The door I open, you are here, on Thanksgiving day, I feel

You everywhere.

Keith Garrett