Gettin' together to smile and rejoice,
And eatin' and laughin' with folks of your choice;
And kissin' the girls and declarin' that they
Are growin' more beautiful day after day.
Chattin' and braggin' a bit with the men,
Buildin' the old family circle again;
Livin' the wholesome and old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door,
And under the old roof we gather once more;
Just as we did when the youngsters were small,
Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.
Father's a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp and to laugh with a will;
Here we are back at the table again,
Tellin' our stories as women and men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer,
Oh, but we're grateful and glad to be there;
Home from the east land and home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest and best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar,
We've come for a time to be just what we are;
Here we can talk of ourselves and be frank,
Forgettin' position and station and rank.
Give me the end of the year and its fun,
When most of the plannin' and toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best.
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong;
See the old table with all of its chairs,
And I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.