Arrr, this Thanksgiving, a chair be vacant at our feast! But me heart be overflowin’ with tales and treasure!
2024-11-28
Arrr, I be thankful that though me old sea dog of a father be absent from our Thanksgiving feast this year, his ghostly presence be hauntin’ me heart like a treasure map, forever guidin’ me through stormy seas! Aye, his spirit be as strong as a ship's hull!
Ahoy, mateys! As the season o’ jolly cheer be upon us, I find meself thinkin’ on the merry days of yore, when troubles seemed to vanish like a ghost ship in the fog. Frank Sinatra be singin' about a merry little Christmas, but alas, this year, me heart be heavy, for there be an empty chair at the table, remindin' us o’ the loved ones who’ve sailed beyond the horizon.