Why I Am Thankful This Thanksgiving

From a friend of a friend of a friend:

I am thankful:For the wifeWho says its hot dogs tonight,Because she is home with me,And not out with someone else.For the husbandWho is on the sofaBeing a couch potato,Because he is home with meAnd not out at the bars.For the teenagerWho is complaining about doing dishesBecause it means she is at home, not on the streets.For the taxes I payBecause it means I am employed.For the mess to clean after a partyBecause it means I have been surrounded by friends.For the clothes that fit a little too snugBecause it means I have enough to eat.For my shadow that watches me workBecause it means I am out in the sunshineFor a lawn that needs mowing,Windows that need cleaning,And gutters that need fixingBecause it means I have a home.For all the complainingI hear about the governmentBecause it means we have freedom of speech.For the parking spotI find at the far end of the parking lotBecause it means I am capable of walkingAnd I have been blessed with transportation.For my huge heating billBecause it means I am warm.For the lady behind me in temple who sings off keybecause it means I can hear.For the pile of laundry and ironingBecause it means I have clothes to wear.For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the dayBecause it means I have been capable of working hard.For the alarm that goes offIn the early morning hoursBecause it means I am alive.