A Thanksgiving Eve Prayer

Disclaimer: The boys from Emergency! don’t belong to me. I’m just having a little fun.

Dear God,

This is Jennifer DeSoto.

Should I spell that for you?

Mommy always says I should spell it out.

Dee—Eee—Captull S—Ooh—Tee—Ooh

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.

Aaaahh—men!

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