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HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
(I made that turkey ornament in 3rd grade.) |
Before we all begin a busy
week of travel and turkey consumption (while the stores just bypass it all
together to promote Black Friday), I wanted to take a moment to say THANK YOU
to all of the people who have made the past year a truly remarkable one in both
personal and professional ways. I
am so grateful to my family, friends and fans who have offered me their love
and support as I transitioned out of Los Angeles and back to Florida. It has made all of the difference in
finding my voice, my creativity, and learning the very important lesson that
sometimes taking a step back is just so you can get more appropriate shoes for
the next leg of your journey that are on sale right now at Macy’s! Sorry, I was just distracted by a sales
flyer in my newspaper. What I
meant to say was…I have a lot of shoes, wear many hats, and now have a literary
purse business so if you want to buy something, shop here! No that wasn’t my point – stupid
Facebook pop up ad! OK, seriously,
my point is this…I am THANKFUL. I
have finally learned that I don’t really need the shoes at all. I just need my feet. They help me stand, take difficult
steps and dance on a book cart, but more important than all of that, are the
people who will catch me when I fall off that book cart: my friends and
family. Sure they might laugh at
first but I know that when I start crying and screaming obscenities, someone is
going to stop tweeting and call 911.
And that is something to
be thankful for…
Oh and because I am a
librarian, I wanted to share with you the ‘Thanksgiving poem’ Over the River
and Through the Wood by Lydia Maria
Child. Did you know it was a poem
before it became a song? Of course
you did! Well, I’m glad I didn’t try
to shock you with a video about it then.
Anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING everybody!
Over the River and Through the Wood
- A Thanksgiving Poem -
By Lydia Maria Child
Over the river and through
the wood
To Grandmother's house we
go.
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted
snow.
Over the river and through
the wood
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 wood
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
Ting-a-ling-ling!
Hurrah for Thanksgiving
Day!
Over the river and through
the wood,
Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground
Like a hunting hound,
For this is Thanksgiving
Day.
Over the river and through
the wood,
And straight through the
barnyard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow~
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river and through
the wood~
Now Grandmother's cap I
spy!
Hurrah for fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
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| Walking through white and drifted sand... |
