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A Tale of Gratitude
“It is about the poorest person in a town--or at least the person with the smallest house and the least amount of money. But before I get to them, let me tell you about the neighbors.
“The mayor lived in a great mansion. But when Thanksgiving came, the mayor decided not to have any guests because guests always seemed intimidated by the great house.
“Next door was the butcher, a jolly sort, who made sure everyone had the proper meats and poultry for the occasion. But when the last bird had been sold, there was none to be taken home, and how could people be invited in to an empty table at the butcher's house?
“And the same at the wine merchant’s. How could anyone with wine left out of their own list, host an event?
“The greengrocer had a large bird, but no side dishes. And so it went: baker, candlestick maker, and the like. Even the carpenter had sold the last chairs, but to the house which now had chairs but not a table.
“So, everyone was at home alone--some with a bird but no rolls nor butter, and others with a great number of side dishes but no turkey. And over the town, there was a collective sigh… aww. But then the smallest door on the smallest house with the fewest chairs and no table and no food banged open and a voice called out: ‘My door is open. My heart is open. My life is open.’ And so the town all packed into the little room with nowhere to sit and nowhere to put down food and the platters were passed again and again, and everyone ate crammed in like sardines. And they were all happier than they imagined they could be. And then a small voice called out: ‘This is the best!’ And a cry arose: Amen. And the owner of the littlest house was filled with joy. Do you know why? Because a holiday of abundance is always not about what you don't have, but what you do have.
“As the stars filled the heavens and the sated townsfolk filled the street, it was a time of shared spirit that none had planned and all had loved. For the mayor didn't need to set a gala, the butcher didn't need to cook a roast, the baker didn't need to knead anything, etc., etc., but they all could share the spirit of it all.
“Happy T-giving.”