“So far so good,” I say inside my mind.
“The turkey’s stuffed and will be done by four.
The yams are candied, celery’s chopped, and wine
Is on the table, ready to be poured.”
I whip the soft potatoes and the cream,
I boil the cranberries until they pop
I butter rolls and toss salad the greens
And crowd the food onto the tabletop.
“It’s time to carve the turkey! Come along!”
And in the kitchen we all congregate
I pull the oven door, but something’s wrong
I get cool air when I expected heat.
This year the main course has to be foregone
For I forgot to turn the oven on.