The smell of pumpkin pie wafts in the air, 

As I hear my mother bustling around in the kitchen. 

I look out the window, 

Watching as my father chops the wood,  

And my brothers fool around. 

I smile contently, 

As I see my grandmother knitting in her armchair, 

Our dog Penny sleeping at her feet. 

I have a lot to be thankful for.