Brought to you in living Technicolor.
And bigger than any wide screen TV.
Don’t touch that dial.
The moment has come.
Dinner is served.
Thanksgiving—a traditional meal of many colors.
Equal to a painter’s palette.
Each dish bringing something different to the table.
Kinda like people.
The golden brown turkey.
The golden yellow yams.
Turkey dressing colored in camouflage.
What’s green, brown, and beige, and always served at Thanksgiving?
Green bean-onion ring casserole (with cream of mushroom soup).
The table groans with food.
Dark red cranberries.
Creamy white mashed potatoes.
Dark brown gravy.
Multi-colored jello mold.
Light green salad.
Dark green pickles.
Dark orange sweet potatoes.
Green celery stuffed with white cream cheese.
Light golden brown biscuits.
Pumpkin pie (the color of… pumpkin).
White whipped cream.
Leaves of every color falling to the ground.
The ground is brown.
The coastal dry.
Bluestem now dark pink.
Sun intensely white on the western horizon.
Stars especially sharp against midnight blue.
The cornucopia overflows.
Come gather round.
Take your seat.
The day is short.
The moment is passing.
And dig in.
Don’t worry about overeating.
You can walk it off on Saturday.
At the annual Light Up Our Town, starting at 4:15 pm.
With Santa, entertainment by local talent, lighting of the square, and all the stores staying open for holiday shopping.
A tradition sponsored by Alpha Beta Psi.
Here comes Christmas.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.