And entropy will cease to reign.

Someday, I'm going to live this holiday right.
We're going to fast. We're going to serve. We're going to invite other people over and say our grateful things in one eternal round.
Once, we're going to visit that great big city to see those great big balloons. Lots of times, we'll stay home and play football in the yard. We'll rake the rest of the leaves and play in them, if it's not too cold.
We'll talk about Thanksgivings past and Christmas to come, and we'll tickle each other, right down to our toes.
I will not say what will not be there. Just that, someday soon, we're going to live this holiday right.