Yesterday I sent out Thanksgiving invitations to Mom and Dad, Aunt Mary, and my sister’s family. Remembering the laughter of the last Thanksgiving here, when Dad lip-synched the chorus of “The Witch Doctor” to my daughter’s singing behind a curtain, I made plans to make our gathering sparkle again.
Behind my husband’s chair at the head of the table is a double glass door, which we will open again. I will hang floor length dark curtains to create a stage in that opening. This year, instead of impromptu performances forced upon my good-natured guests, I have them preparing three things: a review of a book or movie they found outstanding, a family song or skit to be performed in the stage, and a haiku. These I’ll scatter at the place settings and we’ll read them one at a time, hoping to identify each author.
Never again will we have the experience of scarfing down a complex dinner in a quarter of an hour and staring blankly at each other afterwards. I have a funny family. All they need is a little momentum for this quirky train to go rolicking down the tracks.