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.
[Outro]
So here’s to the family, the love that we share,
In this whirlwind of memories, we’ve got a flair.