Family Thanksgiving in a gnome family
“Can somebody tell me what’s going on?”
Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the speaker.
“Where’s the bird?” asked Nora.
“Why isn’t the table ready?”
Nora stared at each of her children in turn.
“Ned, take the axe and get us plump partridge,” Nora directed.
Nodding, her eldest headed for the door.
“Don’t forget your coat and hat, son.”
“Nadia, take the old oilcloth off the table and put on the lace cloth that was my wedding gift. Willy and Nilly, get out the good dishes and set the table! Nolan, fetch the glasses and cider,” she instructed.
“I’ll be in the kitchen getting the rest done. If I come back and find you playing instead of working….”
“I told you she’d be mad!” Nolan reminded.
“How were we supposed to behave when everyone wants to surprise her with a potluck dinner this year?” asked Willy and Nilly.
The shrugging went around the group again.
“We can still set the table like she wants and get out the cider. I’ll bet Ned is only pretending to hunt though,” Nadia told them.
So they did.
The noise of thumping boots and jolly voices sounded outside the door.
“Look what we found in the woods, a nephew named Ned,” Uncle Jerry said to the room in general.
When Mrs. G. Nome came rushing out of the kitchen with glad cries, she had to stop short with astonishment.
Every family member had a dish, plate or basket of food and was piling them in the middle of the table.
“You cook every year, Nora. It’s our turn!” announced Aunt Gloria and Aunt Gaye.
“Surprise! Happy Thanksgiving,” they all yelled, then sat down and began feasting.
Gina smiled through tears.