Turning leaves, chilly nights, a hearth of glowing embers.
I’ll say again, I love it when the page flips to November.
I know you know as well as I, there’s lots that isn’t awesome.
But don’t despair, pull up a chair, and let your spirits blossom.
Yes the country’s in a pickle, and not the kind that’s tasty,
But sailing forth or moving north still feels a little hasty.
So come with me and hear a tale that’s set in Albuquerque.
And catch a rhyme set in springtime that has to do with turkey.
Working on location, with a cast and crew I know,
New Mexico the setting, The Really Loud House was the show.
I’d gotten my assignment, it would be a heavy lift;
being offered the Thanksgiving show — I knew that was a gift.
The actors and the crew had always been a cut above,
but now I’d be directing on a topic that I love.
The Loud House is a show about a giant family group.
10 sisters and one brother, parents, friends… it’s quite a troop.
We began our preparations, with a script so very arch,
Thanksgiving props collected as we made our way through March.
The shoot would be a blast with all the comedy packed in it —
a lot to do, and yet I knew I’d savor every minute.
The first week went as much to plan as most of us could hope.
The clock was ticking but we were kicking ass on that tightrope.
Things were winding down, I was feeling very keen,
when came the afternoon for us to shoot the final scene.
The plot had found the family sitting down to their big meal,
and up I stepped, just as I’d prepped, to give my notes on feel.
The scene was set, the shot looked good, I’d planned out every note.
But as I started talking, something tightened in my throat.
I tried to say that they should feel the love within that room.
But emotions overwhelmed me and my tears began to bloom.
The story wasn’t finished, and there wasn’t time for stalling.
But though I tried to save my pride, I couldn’t stop my bawling.
The actors were terrific — they said we’ve got your back.
The cameras rolled, the story told, the scene was back on track.
And as I think back on that time, now seven months removed,
I have to feel that springtime meal has my opinion proved.
Thanksgiving is a time for heart, for joy, and for support.
And that’s a blessing I’m confessing nothing can cut short.
So thanks for watching, and for reading, despite my lack of edits.
I send my love to all, now fade to black and roll the credits.