Once, near Houston, a family of four,
Had a Volkswagen van and little more.
It was their home, their little nest,
A place to stay, a place to rest.
They lived each day, tried not to complain,
But then came threats of a hurricane.
They had no house or little boat,
They were blessed to learn,
Their van would float.
They drifted some but soon were curbed,
Near a place where free hot meals were served.
Compared to others, their loss was less,
No damaged house, no front-yard mess.
They were reminded of the joy of living,
And declared each day to be Thanksgiving.