Thanksgiving Countdown

One week from right now, we'll be sitting back talking about how good the stuffing and the pumpkin pie was this year. "But the turkey was so dry!" Somebody will be overheard saying. And at least one of you will forget to take that giblet bag out before popping that bird in the oven. Ahhhh that sweet reaction of tryptophan swirling around in our body and making us sleepy from eating too much turkey. Don't get too comfy on that couch though -- Black Friday starts at 9pm.

Fruitless (Oh Lord Make Me A Compass)

Fruitless
(Oh Lord Make Me A Compass)

O Lord make me a compass
Deal bountifully with me
Don't let my words be crass
Plant me by the water like a tree

Point me in the direction where faith's abound
Show me my daily bread THIS day
So that I may eat it on earth's firm ground
And sing praises how your compass led the way

For I am fruitless, barren... a deciduous tree
But I am strong and hold great knowledge for someone
So let my steadfast strength glorify thee
As a compass by the shore when looked upon

Sandy

A happy-go-lucky kind of spirit
Much better than his sister
For she was rancid as acid
Folks around town called her bitter

Like spit on a fire, quite impossible
she was a wave of destruction
He invented lazy days and sunshine
Bold versus subdued. Ink versus intuition.

A bombastic coverlet, indeed superficial
A fairy tale, believable, yet fake
Quite magnanimous, of infinate proportions
Like a thief in the night takes the cake