Over the River

Over the river and through the woods,
To grandmother's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow, O!

Over the river and through the woods,
Oh how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes, and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the woods,
To have a first-rate play;
Oh hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ling!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day, Hey!

Over the river and through the woods,
Trot fast my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground, like a hunting hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day, Hey!

Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow.
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,
Now grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

Memories .... Everyone has them and each is precious. The above song never fails to remind me of childhood Thanksgivings spent with my beloved grandparents who have been gone now for many, many years, but will always be remembered with so much love.

Thanksgiving at their home was the best.  When we arrived, their home would be so toasty; the turkey had been roasting for hours.  The aromas coming from the kitchen set your mouth to watering.  None of us were allowed in grandma's kitchen when she was cooking her Thanksgiving spread, and it was kind of boring hanging out with the adults, so I'd bundle up and head on outdoors.  And I would always find myself in the woods...skipping along the path and singing the above song.  Somehow it seemed to have been written solely for me. 

Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for the blessings we have and look forward to the year ahead with a renewed hope for an abundant harvest. I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you  peace, joy, and love.  Blessings to you and yours.