Have you ever seen a white-haired, white-bearded gentleman floating along through life, his feet not touching the ground?
‘Tis the Season, I think, but the Reason is the thing.
We went to Sweetpea’s Thanksgiving program and feast at school, sitting in an expectant hush as the big hall windows revealed a lively line of tall Pilgrim hats, construction-paper feathers, tiny demure lady-caps and aprons, and brown-fringed vests. They entered singing a
song, keeping up the refrain all the way around the auditorium, up onto the
stage, and finishing with a flourish of stuffed-brown-bag-on-a-stick
The songs went on, with a little skit, small facts and interesting items about the First Thanksgiving, with all small participants doing their best---reciting or clapping or jumping about the stage, as the moment required.
The Moment of the program, the very pinnacle to remember, came last. The teacher walked down the line with a small microphone, holding it gently before each little face, and asking, “And what are YOU most thankful for?”
Answers ranged from “Mommy” and Daddy”---quite a few of those, to “My Family” and others, including one that I didn’t hear, but which brought a wave of laughter through the audience.
Way down on the very end stood Sweetpea, awaiting her turn, and when the question came, she pondered a tiny moment, peeking up from beneath her little Pilgrim-lady cap, then in the softest tiny voice, leaned in and said, “Ganner.”
I swear, Y'all. I'm gonna have to tether that man to the ground like a Macy float.