The non-smokers assembled,
sifted out from amongst the students.
We were six in all to celebrate that
most American of holidays.
In place of roasted turkey swimming in gravy,
stuffed chicken breasts drenched in orange sauce.
Mermelade de frases sat in for cranberry sauce.
Mashed potatoes as tasty as the best from home.
Pumpkin pie, Costa Rican style capped it off,
all suitably washed down with lots of wine
(this goes without saying).
We all staggered back to our rooms
filled with the contentment of being here,
and of knowing we will return to the best place of all,
home, sweet home. America.
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