Thanksgiving Blastoff

by Torry Martin

Dear B. Log,

In honor of Thanksgiving, I’ve decided to write what I’m thankful for as fast as I can until the whole page is full! I’m calling this my “Thanksgiving Blastoff!” So, 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . blastoff!

I’m thankful for the spell-check feeture on my compewter. It keeps me from embareacing myself. (Ha, ha! I’m just playing with ya. I know myselve is spelled with a v!)

I’m thankful for:
My mother naming me Wooton, instead of Gluten or Newton
My job as a mailman
Foot-soaking massage machines
Mud puddles
Waterproof boots
Dog-wash coupons
Friends like Miss Willow, Mr. Whittaker and Connie
Fresh licorice
Old licorice
Any licorice
God’s grace

I’m still going!
Turkey dressing (so turkeys don’t have to walk through this world unclothed)
Ice cream . . . but not just ice cream. Ice cream with goodies in it! Like chocolate chips and cherry bits. But not raisins. Who puts raisins in ice cream? Raisins are for raisin bread.
Raisin bread
New tennis shoes
New tennis balls for Sam
Treasure/Trash Day
Comic books
Coloring books
Pumpkin pie
Apple pie
Lemon meringue pie
Chocolate cream pie
Second servings of pie
Third servings
Fourth servings
Licking pie plates clean

I’m not done yet!
My Bible
Comfortable pews
Good preaching
Pogo sticks
Praying I won’t fall off my pogo stick
Sundaes (again, no raisins allowed)
My dog, Sam
Candles that smell good
People who smell good
Smelling good
People who say “please” and “thank you”
People who remind me to say “please” and “thank you”
The sound Velcro makes when ya pull it apart
Making music by pulling Velcro apart
Big trees that offer lots of shade
Helpful friends
Words of encouragement
Books on skateboarding at libraries

Phew, I’ve got to take a breath . . .
Porch swings
Laughing so hard my porch swing shakes, my body shakes and everyone swinging with me shakes
Teeth (they help me eat steak)
Good listeners
The time Miss Willow brought me soup when I was sick
Water balloons
Sledding in the snow
Water balloon fights while sledding
Hugs from my mom when she visits
Sam licking my face
The fact that I’m different—how cool is it that God loves me in spite of my goof-ups and awkwardness.

Mostly though, I’m thankful to be alive and for the fact that I know Jesus. Oh yeah, and asparagus! (I’m not really a fan of asparagus, but I’m thankful someone is.)

Wow! I did it. Saying thanks was really a blast! Now I feel more thankful for everything, and I think everyone should write out a one-page, super-fast Thanksgiving Blastoff just to tell God “thanks.” Go grab a pen and paper and try it yourself!

3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . blastoff!

This article first appeared in the November 2010 issue of Focus on the Family Clubhouse magazine. Copyright © 2010 by Torry Martin. Used by permission. Illustration © Gary Locke.