Oh wow, I finally got my lazy butt in gear and finished that Thanksgiving drabble I've been working on... just in time for Christmas tomorrow! You can expect a Holiday ficlet sometime around St. Paddy's Day (jk... jk... don't hurt me!).
Marvel and Fox owns; I'm just borrowing the toys. I'll try to have them back before curfew.
"...simply outrageous, if you ask me! Completely unacceptable... needs to get his priorities right, that man... should be spending time with family... working instead! All that man does all day... ignores the children... the poor little girl... her first Thanksgiving... couldn't even be bothered to come home for the day..."
The voice of Margaret, the Xavier family's maid, drifted through the closed oak doors separating the kitchen from the dining room. She was ranting to someone, most likely Roger, the butler. Raven did not quite understand what she was talking about, but she knew Margaret was angry. Angry at Charles' father, to be specific. Raven could not quite hear Roger's replies, but he sounded angry too. Sitting next to her, Charles stared angrily at his plate, muttering angry things to himself angrily. Gee, but there was a lot of anger in the mansion tonight!
It was November twenty-third, 1944, otherwise known as Thanksgiving. She had been learning about the holiday in school, but something about it still did not make sense to her. Perhaps it was the sentimental quality of the whole affair. Apparently, most other children spent every Thanksgiving day of their lives this way; sitting with their family at a table piled high with more food than anyone could ever eat. They would spend the meal talking, laughing, reminiscing, and giving thanks for all that they had.
Raven had not even know the day existed until this month.
So, while Margaret raged in the kitchen and Charles sat quietly fuming, Raven really could not understand what the fuss was about.
Her adoptive-father had missed another meal; so what? That was all it was, just another meal... right?
Review for Christmas make a very happy Elf! Even if my lateness may actually earn me coal! =)
P.S. Title comes from a quote by John A Broadus; "We are so taken up with the affairs of the present that we don't have time to give thanks for blessings of the past."