Thanksgiving is here, in less than a week,
The leaves have all fallen, all past their peak,
With visions of turkey, football and rest,
And a good nights rest I thought would be best.
So I went to bed and the sky was clear,
The threat of snow? There was no fear.
So when I awoke in the morning and rubbed the sleep from my eyes,
I looked out the door and got a surprise,
It was during the night and while I was sleeping,
That snow had fallen, was I still dreaming?
But it wasn’t a dream, it all was to true,
Snow was now here, I hadn’t a clue.
So why do I worry? Why do I fret?
I’m not really ready, to see the white yet.