First
Ghost: Take care young
Ebenezer. I am the Ghost of Thanksgiving
past.
Ebenezer: My
name is Horace.
First
Ghost: What ever. . . I
am here to remind you of the joy you once felt at
Thanksgiving.
Horace:
OK, but get me back before the
football game.
Magically, the
ghost and I are whisked away to scenes of my youth.
Mother is in the kitchen mashing potatoes and basting a
turkey. My sisters-in-law are fighting. It started
with their kids (who are already outside playing together)
then escalated to the mothers who just can't seem to let it
go. Dad is watching football on a 17" black
and white television, while one of my two older brothers is
trying to talk the other into investing in a carwash
business. Relatives begin to arrive and soon everyone is
arguing politics, playing poker and making
toddies.
Later, after
dinner, there is this pudgy kid seated in front of the
television gnawing on a turkey leg, just
like Mickey Mouse is doing on the small
screen.
First
Ghost: See how happy you were
Ebenezer?
Horace: That's
not me.
First
Ghost: Sure it is. Remember?
You thought Thanksgiving was great.
Horace:
Ok, if you say so. By the way, what time is it?
The First Ghost
suddenly fades and just as suddenly a second ghost
arrives. This ghost is badly shaken by his trip from
where ever, so I offer him a glass of brandy which he gulps
down, then pours himself
another.
Second
Ghost: Ok. This says
"Standard Christmas flashbacks."
Horace: I think
it's a Thanksgiving deal. Thanksgiving Past,
Thanksgiving Present, Thank. . .
Second
Ghost: No, I've got a work order
here. It says "Christmas." We can't just go around
changing it to Thanksgiving at the drop of a hat.
After two more
brandies and a phone call to "headquarters," Ghost Two leaves,
promising to get back to me after the holidays. His
departure is followed by a knock at the front door. It
turns out to be the Third Ghost.
Horace: Why
didn't you just appear like all the other ghosts?
Third
Ghost: Be careful Ebenezer. I am
the Ghost of . . .
Horace:
Horace. . . My name is Horace!
Third
Ghost: Whatever. . .
Suddenly the
Third Ghost and I are in a beautiful hotel dining room.
It is tastefully decorated in the spirit of the season.
My family is all around, and servers are busy bringing our
banquet to the table. Two nieces are talking about a
food drive they just completed for Girl Scouts. Mother
is not in the kitchen. She is at the table enjoying a
wonderful visit with Aunt Helen. My sisters-in-law are
arguing about a fight their children started last
Thanksgiving.
Horace: Excuse
me Mr. ghost, but who's that little guy at the end of the
table?
Third
Ghost: Him? That's Tiny
Tim. He's included with all scenarios this
month. No extra charge.
The Third Ghost
gestures dramatically to our beautiful surroundings.
Third
Ghost: Behold Ebenezer. This
will be your fate if you do not mend your ways.
Horace: What's
wrong with this? Everything is perfect. What's
wrong with this?
Third
Ghost: Well there is the matter of
the bill.
The Third Ghost hands
me a small leatherette folder containing a substantial hotel
bill for our Thanksgiving dinner.
Third
Ghost: I will act as your
cashier. Will that be cash or
charge?
Horace: Can
I charge this to the room?
Third
Ghost: Oh, most Certainly.
Horace: Great.
So, how do you spell Ebenezer?