Cranberries, Grandaddy!
The cranberry sauce is boss.
I want those this year!
The ones that aren’t at all canned,
Those are the ones that make me cheer!
I want those fashioned by hand.
The careful, delicate nature of this fruit
Always gets me going.
I’ve always wanted to wear this suit,
And look, it started snowing!
In my attire right for this occasion to see,
I can bank on the cranberry sauce being
Just enough for you all and me!
With all of this food, I’d never think of fleeing.
You have made the best cranberry sauce ever.
I’ll just open my mouth, just pull this lever.
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This is so beautiful!