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In the kitchen, we’re tossin’ the pies,

A little flour flies, and Grandma sighs,

Cousins laughing, oh what a scene,

Turkey’s burnin’ but we’re livin’ the dream.

Pass the stuffing, don’t forget the rolls,

Every mishap fills our hearts and souls.

Raise a glass for the joy and the noise,

Our quirky ways, they fill us with poise,

Through chaos and laughter, our hearts are aligned,

Thanksgiving traditions, one of a kind.

Uncle Curt’s snoring on the old chair,

While the kids are playing games with a flair,

Football’s on but we’re all in a swirl,

Thanksgiving chaos, with laughter we twirl.

Toasting family, in this crazy mess,

Grateful for moments, no need to impress.

Raise a glass for the joy and the noise,

Our quirky ways, they fill us with poise,

Through chaos and laughter, our hearts are aligned,

Thanksgiving traditions, one of a kind.

So here’s to the family, the love that we share,

In this whirlwind of memories, we’ve got a flair.