An Ode to Too Much Turkey

An Ode to Too Much Turkey

Too much turkey

Too much stuffing

Too much eating

Not enough family

Not enough joy

Not enough love

That hole in the middle

That we all try to fill

Can’t be filled by

Too much stuffing

And too much fun

Love come’s closest

To filling the hole

But family and friends

Won’t fill the hole

But there are moments

In the morning quiet

When in prayer

The dear Christ enters in

And all the stuffing is over

Then all of the joy begins