Christmas Every Day | Page 5

TURNING THE TABLES.
"Well, you see," the papa began, on Christmas morning, when the little
girl had snuggled in his lap into just the right shape for listening, "it
was the night after Thanksgiving, and you know how everybody feels
the night after Thanksgiving."
"Yes; but you needn't begin that way, papa," said the little girl; "I'm not
going to have any moral to it this time."
"No, indeed! But it can be a true story, can't it?"
"I don't know," said the little girl; "I like made-up ones."

"Well, this is going to be a true one, anyway, and it's no use talking."
All the relations in the neighborhood had come to dinner, and then
gone back to their own houses, but some of the relations had come
from a distance, and these had to stay all night at the grandfather's. But
whether they went or whether they stayed, they all told the
grandmother that they did believe it was the best Thanksgiving dinner
they had ever eaten in their born days. They had had cranberry sauce,
and they'd had mashed potato, and they'd had mince-pie and pandowdy,
and they'd had celery, and they'd had Hubbard squash, and they'd had
tea and coffee both, and they'd had apple-dumpling with hard sauce,
and they'd had hot biscuit and sweet pickle, and mangoes, and frosted
cake, and nuts, and cauliflower--
"Don't mix them all up so!" pleaded the little girl. "It's perfectly
confusing. I can't hardly tell what they had now."
"Well, they mixed them up just in the same way, and I suppose that's
one of the reasons why it happened."
Whenever a child wanted to go back from dumpling and frosted cake to
mashed potato and Hubbard squash--they were old-fashioned kind of
people, and they had everything on the table at once, because the
grandmother and the aunties cooked it, and they couldn't keep jumping
up all the time to change the plates--and its mother said it shouldn't, its
grandmother said, Indeed it should, then, and helped it herself; and the
child's father would say, Well, he guessed he would go back, too, for a
change; and the child's mother would say, She should think he would
be ashamed; and then they would get to going back, till everything was
perfectly higgledy-piggledy.
"Oh, shouldn't you like to have been there, papa?" sighed the little girl.
"You mustn't interrupt. Where was I?"
"Higgledy-piggledy."
"Oh yes!"

Well, but the greatest thing of all was the turkey that they had. It was a
gobbler, I tell you, that was nearly as big as a giraffe.
"Papa!"
It took the premium at the county fair, and when it was dressed it
weighed fifteen pounds--well, maybe twenty--and it was so heavy that
the grandmothers and the aunties couldn't put it on the table, and they
had to get one of the papas to do it. You ought to have heard the
hurrahing when the children saw him coming in from the kitchen with
it. It seemed as if they couldn't hardly talk of anything but that turkey
the whole dinner-time.
The grandfather hated to carve, and so one of the papas did it; and
whenever he gave anybody a piece, the grandfather would tell some
new story about the turkey, till pretty soon the aunties got to saying,
"Now, father, stop!" and one of them said it made it seem as if the
gobbler was walking about on the table, to hear so much about him,
and it took her appetite all away; and that made the papas begin to ask
the grandfather more and more about the turkey.
"Yes," said the little girl, thoughtfully; "I know what papas are."
"Yes, they're pretty much all alike."
And the mammas began to say they acted like a lot of silly boys; and
what would the children think? But nothing could stop it; and all
through the afternoon and evening, whenever the papas saw any of the
aunties or mammas round, they would begin to ask the grandfather
more particulars about the turkey. The grandfather was pretty forgetful,
and he told the same things right over. Well, and so it went on till it
came bedtime, and then the mammas and aunties began to laugh and
whisper together, and to say they did believe they should dream about
that turkey; and when the papas kissed the grandmother good-night,
they said, Well, they must have his mate for Christmas; and then they
put their arms round the mammas and went out haw-hawing.
"I don't think they behaved very dignified," said the little girl.

"Well, you see, they were just funning, and had got going, and it was
Thanksgiving, anyway."
Well, in about half an hour everybody was fast asleep and dreaming--
"Is it going to be a dream?" asked the