In yon twenty-two days hence we wait, giving thanks,

Then twenty-three till merchants’ day doth beckon,

To feast and yet, in sport, they pull a prank.

“Why cometh thee?” In query I reckon,

For football’s charm hath drawn them to my board,

Yet in their eyes, a different goal they check on.

To use mine home as haven, I’m ignored,

For twenty-two days hence they plot a scheme,

In Walmart’s line, for bargains they’ll hoard.

Yet wait, in five and twenty days, a dream,

For Cyber Monday calls to nerds with glee,

A fest for all who in the web’s stream deem.

So mark the days, in this odd jubilee,

Of thanks, of sales, of tech, we shall see.