He broiled turkey over the red coals of his dying aspenwood fire. With salt, a hard biscuit, and a cup of coffee he thought he fared sumptuously.”
–Zane Grey (Nevada)
My, my, my–that pie was shore mighty fine. Of course I’ve got the best pie baker around. Pard, I hope you fared well; that yur table saw plenty of feed. The Lord sure blessed us richly with a fine day, friends and family, along with dee-licious food. Plus we had plenty of good camp coffee. Weren’t no “cinos” served out in God’s great cathedral.
Sure hope yur gizzard and too full as I’ve got the coffee hot, black and strong. Ahhh, it’s take a might full gizzard where a person couldn’t enjoy a cup. Yuh know, there’s folks out there that got all a stir with Thanksgiving. It really doesn’t rile me none about those anti-Thanksgivin’ folks. The truth is I pity them. “White supremacist, genocidal maniacs,” they say. The idiocy is apparent. Without the Pilgrims and folks like them comin’ to this New World they wouldn’t be havin’ the freedom to say such a thing. Then I saw where the vegan folk were all up in arms. Pard, sometimes all I can do is shake my head.
But as for me, I thank the Lord for His bountiful blessin’s! When I look back over the year, He shore has been good to me. Go ahead, I don’t mind a little slurpin’, but don’t spill any. Speakin’ of the year, my mercy, only one month left! If’n yuh haven’t fulfilled this year’s resolutions better be at it and as we move into the advent season don’t be a-frettin’ over the fools and their craziness–just take time to be thankful and love the Lord.
In all yur doin’s for Christmas, don’t get so caught up in the busyness that yuh forget to check yur cinch.