An Acrostic Poem
Time to call together friend and foe.
Happiness comes to all who break bread together.
A time to set aside our differences and feast in camaraderie.
Nine places we must set.
Kneading dough and making the gravy.
Singing praises to the Gods for the bounty.
Gratitude is expressed for all of the animals that died to feed us tonight.
Inviting the Ancestors to dine first.
Various grunts and groans of pleasure as the food is consumed.
I engage in polite conversation.
No one left hungry.
Grateful were the guests.