Over the river, and through the wood, To Grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the 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-ding", 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 the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! by Lydia Marie Child 1844 We're off to Grandma & Grandpa's house for Thanksgiving.......