Over the River and through the Woods

I'm very excited! My brother called last week from the other side of the mountain. " The seven of us and a few dogs will be hopping into the big white happy bus ( his suburban ) to head over there for Thanksgiving. " He said.It's about a six hour drive from their place to ours so after they arrive here they'll need to stay a night or hopefully two or three or more if they want!

I just read this poem to my kids and thought I'd post it today for my family that will be headed this way next week to enjoy the Thanksgiving holiday with us and 'Grandma and Grandpa'.

"Over the river, and through the wood, to grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way, to carry the sleigh, through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood - Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes, and bites the nose as over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood, to have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring, "Tina - a - ling - ding!" Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood trot fast, my dapple gray! Spring over the ground like a hunting - hound! For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the wood, and straight through the barn - yard gate. We seem to go extremely slow, it is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the wood - now Grandmother's cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!"

by Lydia Maria Child

( these photos were taken on the road from my brother's house to ours. Then the last two are my brother on one of his horses pulling my husband and kids ( and dog ) on a homemade sled during one Thanksgiving weekend. )

We're off to do some major house cleaning to get ready for our guests!