OVER THE RIVER

(Well, we could have gone that route, but we didn't.  Instead we went through the woods [a little apple orchard can count as forest, right?]) to Grandfather's house we went!  (Er, at least there were several grandfathers there at the Thanksgiving Day meal.  And the house itself belonged to a son of one of them.  Close enough.)

The horse knew the way (would have known the way, had the horse-driver behind the wheel been holding reins instead!) to carry the sleigh (covered that already, Reader Dear; we were in a car) through the white and drifted snow ("Wow," said The Yard Man, "just five miles away from our house, and it looks like they got more snow here than we did! The ground is completely covered, and it's slightly piled up.")

Hurrah for the fun,
Is the pudding done? 
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!**
......
**I forgot to photograph the dessert table, Viewer Dear,
but you can be assured the pumpkin pie was there (along with the vanilla pie, the grapefruit pie, and the apple-caramel pie)!

**Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

**Lydia Maria Child
(she wrote the poem I've
played with here)