The last piece of apple pie is gone; How did it disappear? The bowl of delicious stuffing Has also vanished, I fear.
It happens each Thanksgiving, When leftover goodies flee, And each of us knows the responsible one Couldn't be you or me.
The only way it could happen Is readily diagnosed; It must be the crafty, incredibly sneaky, Still hungry Thanksgiving ghost. - Anonymous
Your Secret's Secure
Thanksgiving's the time in November each year When our thoughts about food seem to richen, When turkey and dressing and other good stuff Is being prepared in the kitchen. But the stores did their homework way in advance; They know what your real needs will be; They know you'll come shopping to buy up their best, And those sharing your