Cranberry Jelly
It can wiggle
It can jiggle
As it fills up a bowl,
It will shimmer
As you remember
All those past Thanksgiving days.
All the Christmas dinners,
That made the cooks all winners,
Serving the fresh jelly onto passing plates.
And all the rosy jelly,
That shook like Santa's belly,
Was piled onto plates, full of ham and turkey.
It brings back all the memories,
Of past dinners with families,
Where love and warmth was plenty.
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