Here's to the ones who won't make it to the table.
The ones we ain't seen in so long.
The ones whose knock we won't answer.
The ones who can't come home because they are, well, Home.
Here's to the ones who couldn't walk by the kitchen without sampling something.
The ones who loved to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.
The ones who were so thankful for their one life, they lived it according to their own damn rules.
Here's to the ones who, a week after T-Day, were still enjoying stuffing sandwiches drenched in gravy.
Here's to the ones who would stand with us in the kitchen, eating cold pumpkin pie right from the tin.
Here's to the ones who won't make it to the table tomorrow,
but who are,
still at that freakin' table.