Thanksgiving has lost its original meaning. Once a day for thanking God for the bountiful harvest that allowed the farmer and his family to have enough to eat during the harsh winter, it now means football and turkey, cranberries and pumpkin pie. Not that there’s anything wrong with football and pumpkin pie.

And so we meet this time of year
To feast on turkey, wine and beer
Cole slaw, stuffing and the rest
Saving for the last the best
Pie and coffee, double treat
On this day we eat and eat
But we forget Thanksgiving Day
Was once a day men kneeled to pray
To thank the Lord for summer’s grace
For bumper crops with which to face
The winter winds that were to come
And hard times meant for more than some
Those days are past, we live at ease
Thank God, I say, and pass the peas