The harm in maintaining that “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” via song, when it’s actually beginning to a lot more like early November, is obvious. So, in recognition of the dire need to sing about Thanksgiving, I offer the following.

From “Yankee Doodle” to “This Land is Your Land” to “Boogie Oogie Oogie,” the power of song lyrics to transform American society has never been disputed.


Well, someone might have disputed it. People can be argumentative.


Still, it’s hard to deny the power in lines like,


“Now get on up on the floor,


Cuz we’re gonna boogie oogie oogie,


Till you just can’t boogie no more (boogie),


Boogie no more,”


The social impact of “Boogie Oogie Oogie” is still being felt today, and it was most recently manifested in the collapse of the banking industry and the success of TV’s “Dancing with the Stars.”


That is why it’s so distressing that commercial radio seems to begin playing Christmas songs earlier and earlier every year. We barely make it past Halloween these days before sleigh bells start ringing, Rudolph starts guiding with his nose so bright, and here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus Lane (a roadway that doesn’t actually exist, by the way).


The harm in maintaining that “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” via song, when it’s actually beginning to a lot more like early November, is obvious.


But the real harm comes at the expense of Thanksgiving Day. This unpretentious, yet the most pleasant of all holidays is slighted by its lack of lyrical recognition.


Christmas caroling weeks before Thanksgiving Day’s celebration can deafen us to its many charms. So, in recognition of the dire need to sing about Thanksgiving, I offer the following to the tune of, “Oh Christmas Tree.”


“Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


I like you ’cause you’re a no work-y day.


 


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


Your ample mashed potatoes delight me.


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


And there’s no haggling for a pine tree.


 


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


May forever your banner be wavy,


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


And I’ll definitely have some more gravy.


 


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day


We sit around and watch football.


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


And there’s no need to travel to the mall.


 


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


Your meaning is clear in my eyes.


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


A chance to eat six kinds of pies.


 


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


Our family gathers in one big clan.


Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day,


Then we nap thanks to tryptophan.”


Frank Mulligan is an editor in GateHouse Media New England’s Raynham office, and can be reached at fmulliga@cnc.com.