Disclaimer: The boys from Emergency! don’t belong to me. I’m just having a little fun.
A Thanksgiving Eve Prayer
By: Vanessa Sgroi
This is Jennifer DeSoto.
Should I spell that
Mommy always says I
should spell it out.
That’s how mommy does it.
I’m sayin’ a prayer for my daddy.
He’s a fireman. And a pear—pear—pear- a-something.
Oh, wait! You prob’ly already know that!
I hope you’ll keep him safe, even—even though he’s a Christmas and Easter churchgoer—whatever that means.
He says that and mommy punches him in the arm.
Oops! Don’t be mad at her! It’s only like a pretend punch.
Not like when Chris punches ME! You can be mad at him.
So can you keep daddy and Uncle Johnny safe?
‘Cause—‘cause—‘cause tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
And I want ‘em to hear what I’m thankful for.
Mommy says I can say grace tomorrow. But last time I tried and said the words, “Grace Amen” at the table, everyone laughed at me.
I don’t get it.
Okay, daddy and Uncle Johnny will be safe tonight while undoody, right?
Oh, and God? Sssh—don’t let mommy know but . . . but could you keep mommy’s turkey moist? ‘Cause if it’s not, she always looks like she’s gonna cry.
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