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by: Sir Wolfr1 November 2007 Twas the evening of Thanksgiving And all through the house Barely a Leatherman was moving (We were more stuffed than the house) My brothern in their leathers Watched football on the tube As their subs tended to leftovers And brought us the occasional brew As I stepped onto the porch To catch a breath of fresh air Wondering why it was, I felt this feeling of dispair My sub-wife needed dental work The mortgage was past due The car needed new tires And the kids all had the flu The people that I worked with, were a bunch clueless louts And I wondered just what it was I had to be so thankful about. When all at once the dogs cut loose with such an unspeakable ruckus That I sprang to my feet Fearing a intruder among us. I picked up a club and quietly stepped out Through a doorway of frost Expecting to find a thief or a prowler Or a kitten, perhaps lost? When what to my disbelieveing eye should I see But a man dressed all in leather, without doubt...family. His boots they were scuffed and his denims were torn His eyes, they seemed haunted, and his leathers well worn. But his back, it was straight And his head was held high And his scars were worn proudly From battles long since passed by "Thankful?" he said With a sad knowing grin " You stand where you do now, because of where your brothers have been" You gather this day with your family Of Leather and lace But you do so without fear Because of what those before you did face." "The scars you see on my body were earned In the ongoing fight To live our lives as we choose not by what others deem to be right. So that you may gather together and do so without fear. And that your sub may kneel before you as with love you hold her so near." I bowed my head as I heard his words For I knew well that what he said was true For in so many lands across the globe we are not free To live as we choose to do And even in our own homeland Many would say who and how we each may love Claiming that their right to judge us is granted them By a power from above" "So live your life my brother Dom In leather and in honor too But as you do remember well those who came before Who paid the price to give that life to you." I turned my head and called to my sub Telling her to get this man a plate And opened my door to invite him in And with us our feast partake But as I spoke to say the words I realized what I should have already known And as my sub came to see what it was I wanted She found me on the porch...alone Without a word I took her in my arms And brushed a stray hair from upon her face And admired her as she stood so proudly In her Leathers and her lace I shook my head to tell her never mind As I gestured towards the door And as I returned to rejoin my guests I smiled Knowing I had so much to be thankful for. 
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