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.......
Comments
~Reese
Thanks for the sweet comment you left me. I understand about escapism...and I really do miss my computer time. My writing is another discipline on my list...I'll get to that when I have the others under my belt! I am so thankful for your friendship, too, and I'm so glad we're keeping in touch more regularly than we did for a few years!
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!
Nanc