A couple of days ago, a blogging acquaintance of mine – Suldog – approached me to once again participate in his annual Thanksgiving Comes First campaign (see my past entries here and here). Last year’s contribution was fairly serious and straightforward. My 2007 rant was a tad obscene. Both invoked the images of vomiting elves.

THIS year I wrote a li’l poem. But I’m still including the regurgitating elves. For your questionable reading pleasure:

Starbucks now pours their java in cups that are red,
and I cringe just to think of what else is ahead.
It’s early November, so I expect the worst,
because no one remembers THANKSGIVING COMES FIRST.

I walk into the drugstore and notice the shelves
look very much like they’ve been puked on by elves.
I stand there quite flummoxed, and I sputter and curse.
Why will no one acknowledge THANKSGIVING COMES FIRST?

“But what do you have against Christmas?” friends wail,
“It’s so pretty to look at! So much is on sale!”
I don’t disagree; but their bubbles I’ll burst
by reminding them all that THANKSGIVING COMES FIRST.