2 And it came to pass that Rahni shared the story with those gathered of why she was tardy. Having been armed with the knowledge that comes from many years of holiday dinner experiences, Rahni knew that to arrive at two 'o clock would be foolishness. After much time tarrying outside with her treasured snowblower, she retired to the kitchen to follow the green bean casserole teachings of Bethany and Campbell's Soup. A helping of festively cut red bell pepper was added unto the mix.
3 Though obedient to the directions given, the foodstuff did not appear "hot and bubbly" as the promises foretold. Nevertheless, Rahni persevered in her baking until such a time as seemed worthy to quit the oven.
4 With the tale told, the dinner began and Rahni cast her eyes about for sustenance--for her efforts that day were mighty, and her food intake paltry.
5 And Rahni spotted the rolls, and the rolls were good.
6 And Rahni found the eggnog, and the eggnog was good.
7 And Rahni spied the turkey, and the turkey was pink. And she was sore afraid. Indeed, Rahni then fell into a deep consternation, but nevertheless partook of the host-meat, not knowing until later that another bird had been thus prepared--but to a readier "done-ness". Alas.
8 The talk the tables was flowing at some and stilted at others. Rahni's table was filled with guests foreign to her, excepting her niece, Madison. Whence a friendly stranger enquired of another, "And what brings you to Anchorage?", it brought forth the reply, "I'm getting divorced." And lo and behold, an awkward silence filled the land. And yet the holiday-makers made merry long into the afternoon, both family and neighbor alike. And it was good. Amen.
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