Day of the Dead
We shall work all day
Preparing the feast
Making sure their are enough
Enough to eat.
We shall bake the turkey and dressing
For it is harvest's end and we are most thankful.
And we shall mull the cider
Cook the beans and potatoes.
Crank the ice cream.
And our friend the baker shall bring the bread.
We shall set the extra place
And fill it first from all the foods.
And light the candles
To welcome all the loved ones
Who might wish to joing us.
Though sometimes we forget
They really never are that far away.
And so tonight we honor them.
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