“Over the river, and through the woods, to Grandfather’s house we go, the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
“Over the river, and through the wood, to Grandfather’s house away! We would not stop for doll or top, for ‘tis Thanksgiving Day.”
Yeah, a real old-fashioned Thanksgiving day. Snow and all, with roads impossible to navigate other than by sleigh.
When sis lived in PA they had a yuge snowstorm. BIL was only able to get home by hiring an amish sleigh with a beautiful dapple grey (5 kids waiting at the windows). He said he has never been so cold.