Read this slowly as you would,
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
It was our second annual Bass Lane Thanksgiving Feast.
We welcomed folks from up north, out west, down south and the east.
Our kitchens were full of busy worker bees.
Making sure that our ovens got stuffed with turkeys.
The sights and smells warmed my heart then when I saw Jerry Gay.
"Thanks for the coozies!" Was just about all I could say.
Barry at his smoker, Mike at his 'Q',
Machelle stuffing peppers, mingling with neighbors that are new.
Turkey apron on, my favorite day is finally here.
Let's celebrate together with lot and lots of cheer.
The boys constructed a street blockade with all that they had.
Of course pre-approved by our very own park dad.
You know J.R., he OK'd it before,
"But if it gets out of control THERE WILL BE NO MORE."
They wanted to protect our dinner from the dust
And all of our guests, keeping them safe is a must.
Our table stretched down the entire Bass Lane.
Set with real silverware for all those who came.
With the help of Ali, Payton, Steel's girls, Gracie and the rest.
It's like Santa's Little Elves were sent here from out west.
Pilgrim dolls, desert plants, a leaf garland too.
Brenda gave me a gift, she said,"This is for you."
A festive, sippy wine cup that I held up like a torch.
As we all scampered around on Alex's front porch.
Dishes were set on the food table with haste
So we could gather with Scott and share in some grace.
Margie and her girls put out a spread so big.
We had Carolyn's homemade rolls and Penny's catering rig.
Fidel carved out a meat station fit for a yacht club buffet.
We ate and ate and ate and asked people to stay.
Desserts piled up as if they were presents under our tree.
"Please eat some more, here take some for your family."
Some people claimed that the pumpkin rolls were all the rave.
But I hear Jess's pineapple pie is the absolute fave.
Whether it's your mom's Ambrosia salad that brings back memories;
Or a bite of homemade dressing that makes you weak in the knees.
Maybe just some help getting your toys to the tots.
Cause when it comes to helping elves . . . boy . . . I have lots.
We ate right on time, at 2 o'clock on the dime.
With plenty of food even for the dine and dashers.
I actually heard we had our very own Thanksgiving potluck crashers!
To share our giant feast, that's what it's all about.
Taking care and being sure that nobody gets left out.
Fulfilling last year's vow to do our very best;
To grow it bigger and even better than all of the rest.
With sunshine and luck a silence came over the crowd
Impressed, awed, speechless, feeling blessed
And really, really darn proud.
If we gave an award for the most organized, folks would agree.
They would look all around the crowd and point their fingers at me.
But the real prize goes to each of our guests.
I guess I just know how to bring out your bests.
The generosity and effort I witnessed that day
Would make even a spinster like me grade you all with an 'A'.
With the bins stowed away awaiting next year
I look back at the day and see all the caring and sharing that happens up here.
"Could it get too big?" some people have asked.
"Is that even possible?" , "too hard a task?"
Someday I can see our tables lining the streets of Swede's Hill,
Just give us a chance, we've got big shoes to fill.
Our own kinda tradition if they could see us now.
What? ... Really ... That big? ... Holy Cow
Later that night around the fire as we drew close
I was reminded of the words I'd been told by someone who knows.
Not only is this group just the absolute best
But for sure you could say
That we have been very, very blessed.
With much love Barry and Nichole