NARRATOR:
What does Thanksgiving mean to you? Something like this?
FATHER:
I want to see those games today!
SON:
Me too, Dad.
FATHER:
This year, Detroit may finally do it.
SON:
You may be right.
FATHER:
I've waited a long time for the Lions to win their division. I remember
the teams from years ago
SON:
It'll be a great game, Dad.
FATHER:
Says here that the game starts at 9:30.
SON:
Mom will prepare some good snacks for us. She knows how we like to
watch football on Thanksgiving.
FATHER:
And after the Lions, it's the Cowboys.
SON:
I'm rooting for the Cowboys, too.
FATHER:
Wouldn't it be something if Dallas played like they used to?
SON:
When does the Dallas game come on?
FATHER:
Says here about noon. (Calling to wife) Marge, we're watching
football until 3:00! Don't plan to servedinner until then!
SON:
And Dad, there'll be some college games tomorrow, too. Thanksgiving
is a great time for football.
FATHER and SON exit.
NARRATOR:
Or is Thanksgiving something like this?
JAMES
and MIRANDA walk in.
JAMES:
Do we have to go to your mother's again for Thanksgiving?
MIRANDA:
Yes, Hon. We're expected about 1:00.
JAMES:
But we have to drive through [some congested traffic area/city
near you]. You know how I hate thattraffic!
MIRANDA:
Yes, I know.
JAMES:
Especially on Thanksgiving. Those roads could be a
parking lot.
MIRANDA:
Yes, I know.
JAMES:
It's just crazy. Why can't we invite the family here
for Thanksgiving?
MIRANDA:
You know why. They come here for Christmas.
You can't expect them for Thanksgiving, too.
JAMES:
I'm fed up. By the time we get to your mom's, I'm in a foul mood.
Driving and all that. Besides, the dinner is never very good.
MIRANDA:
Oh, don't start that again. Mom does her best.
JAMES:
Her dressing is the pits. The gravy is lumpy, and you have to
provide all those pies for dessert.
MIRANDA:
I really don't mind.
JAMES:
I don't like your family all that much, you know.
MIRANDA:
I know you don't. But do it for me. Please?
JAMES:
I guess. I just feeltrapped!
MIRANDA:
That's not a very good attitude for Thanksgiving.
JAMES:
Well, I can't help it. What's to be thankful for?
JAMES
and MIRANDA exit.
NARRATOR:
Or is Thanksgiving something like this?
ALICE,
JIM and FRANK walk on.
ALICE:
We're ready!
JIM:
Wow, look at that turkey! Looks great, Mom. Doesn't it?
FRANK:
Yeah. Is everybody settled? Okay. Let's dig in.
ALICE:
Wait a minute, Frank.
FRANK:
Why?
ALICE:
Don't you think we should say a prayer of thanks?
FRANK:
Why? We don't ever pray before meals.
ALICE:
But it's Thanksgiving.
FRANK:
(Pause) How about saying a prayer, Jim?
JIM:
I don't want to.
FRANK:
Alice?
ALICE:
Frank, you're the head of the home. You do it.
JIM:
Come on, Dad.
FRANK:
Are you sure you won't do it, Alice?
JIM:
Come on, Dad. The food is getting cold.
FRANK:
All right. (Clears his throat) Let's bow our heads. (Painfully
slow) Dear God. (Stop) Thank you for everything. (Stop)
We are glad we are together today. (Stop, then rapid to the end.)
Thank you for the food. Amen.
ALICE:
(Pause) You want to carve now, Frank?
FRANK:
Sure. Pass me your plate. Oh, I forgot. White or dark meat?
Lights
out.