Macy's Festive Night

As the darkness on the horizon developed the boys outside were throwing the holiday football around with the brown and orange leaves blowing.

Macy stared at the turkey carcass which was served up in a way that resembled a promotion being advertised to the public. With a luring aroma that rivaled a freshly placed cologne or perfume the Thanksgiving dinner had an attractive image worthy of a magazine cover.

“They were watching games inside, we were all getting caught up on what everyone was doing, then the call for the dinner bell rang,” Macy reflected upon the last two hours. Setting a peaceful tone, the first course had a simple appearance when it was presented to the table. Then round two entered from the kitchen backstage bringing an entertaining electricity that was a worthy meal that would be enough on a normal Thursday. But the much-awaited star having a noticeably short engagement created such a havoc that there was not much left in the end.

“Sacrificial bird, you never saw it coming, they gave you a nice relaxing spa day in the oven only to be enjoyed by a family friendly audience who claim they are coming together in thanks,” she smiled putting the final short cake slice in her mouth.

“Then what? These nice sweet desserts, such a nice image before everyone leaves since everything is done.

Leaving the table Macy marched down the hallway and when she passed the living room saw her Mother and Father inside planning the next event.

“Why don’t we put the Christmas Tree here and the North Pole town there,” Mrs. Bloomingdales mentioned.

“So, Macy’s do you want tinsel or lights?” Mr. Bloomingdales asked when Macy took a seat on the couch.

“I think blinking tinsel would be a nice picture.”

“I guess I am right, Mrs. Bloomingdales, Macy wants tinsel, pay up.”

Taking a quarter out of her pocket Mrs. Bloomingdales handed it over to Mr. Bloomingdales.

“Is it something, I said, Mommy,” Macy mentioned feeling like a verbal mistake was made on her behalf and it needed to be addressed.

“Of course not, honey, you are right tinsel would be safer.”

Letting out a yawn Mrs. Bloomingdales gave a concerned look towards Macy, “I hope you are not tired we have a long night of head of us.”

“Of course not, we need to continue our midnight shopping tradition. But when are Aunt Tiffany and Uncle Saks going back to Fifth Avenue?”

“After the Five and Dime Bowl, they were tied at halftime when the dinner break was announced,” Mr. Bloomingdale answered.

Suddenly the front door opened to the statement, “Once again we could not be denied when the final blue light went off” encouraging Macy to jump up.

“Sears Roebuck must of beat Woolworth,”

“That is right, Sears Roebuck cataloged 33 and Woolworth had only 30.” Macy’s brother Harold announced while the cousins came in from the dropping temperatures.

Appearing from a distance Uncle Saks and Aunt Tiffany carried their children’s warming garments, “It is time to hit the road; we have a busy day tomorrow and the morning will be here soon.”

Mrs. Bloomingdales laughed with her daughter, “we are not getting any sleep tonight since we are heading down to the discount outlet to enjoy the sales.”

“Discounts? We love to challenge our credit card limits this time of year,” Aunt Tiffany put on her coat.

As the gathering ended everybody found themselves in the driveway, “do you know how to get back to the traffic light? Saks,” Mr. Bloomingdales inquired,

“I think I will be fine,” Uncle Saks replied turning on the station wagon high beams.

Waving goodbye, the Bloomingdales returned into the house. “Well Macy it is time to do our market research.”

“You two are going to be all right?” Macy wanted clarified with her brother and Father.

“There’s leftovers in the refrigerator, right?”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Bloomingdales confirmed.

“We will be all right,” the guys ensured taking their position where the television set and recreational furniture were put on display.