The Day Before

Tis the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the house, the creatures are stirring, even the mouse, computer mouse that is.
Clouds fill the sky in muted gray tones. The storms have come and gone leaving the streets and gullies overflowing from their rain swelled coffers. The ground is littered with the leaves, gold orange and red, stripped from their branches by the wind and rain. Children are snuggled warm in their houses with video games galore. Here in Poduntville, it's a day for cinnamon buns and coffee.
Preperations are being made for tomorrows great feast. Tater's being peeled, eggs a-boiling, onions chopped. The windows steamed with condensation. The phone's a-ringing, "Are you going to bring this","Yes, we'll bring that".
The family matriach is whiling away the day, sipping her kahlua spiked coffee. Enjoying the freedom that comes from no longer being chief cook and bottle washer.
Alas there some advantages of growing older. One is watching as the younger generation of women discover the joys of preparing the family feast. Just wait untill they realize that clean-up duties were passed along with the apron strings!
Yep, this could well be the best one yet!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING ya'll!