Christmas Turkey, A A. Louisa May Alcott

       About Louisa May Alcott:

      Louisa May Alcott (November 29, 1832 – March 6, 1888) was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel Little Women (1868) and its sequels Little Men (1871) and Jo's Boys (1886). Raised by her transcendentalist parents, Abigail May and Amos Bronson Alcott in New England, she also grew up among many of the well-known intellectuals of the day such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry David Thoreau and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

      Alcott's family suffered from financial difficulties, and while she worked to help support the family from an early age, she also sought an outlet in writing. She began to receive critical success for her writing in the 1860s. Early in her career, she sometimes used the pen name A. M. Barnard, under which she wrote novels for young adults that focused on spies, revenge, and cross dressers.

      Published in 1868, Little Women is set in the Alcott family home, Orchard House, in Concord, Massachusetts and is loosely based on Alcott's childhood experiences with her three sisters. The novel was very well received and is still a popular children's novel today, filmed several times.

      Alcott was an abolitionist and a feminist and remained unmarried throughout her life. She died from a stroke, two days after her father died, in Boston on March 6, 1888.

      Source: Wikipedia

      A Christmas Turkey

      Adapted by Stephen W. Hines

      "I know we can't do it."

      "I say we can if we all helped."

      "Well, how can we?''

      "I've planned lots of ways. Only you mustn't laugh at them, and you mustn't say a word to Mother. I want it all to be a surprise."

      "She'll find us out."

      "No, she won't if we tell her we won't get into mischief."

      "Fire away, then, and let's hear your fine plans."

      "We must talk softly, or we shall wake Father. He's got a headache."

      A curious change came over the faces of the two boys as their sister lowered her voice with a nod toward a half-opened door. They looked sad and ashamed, and Kitty sighed as she spoke, because all knew that Father's headaches always began by his coming home sluggish or cross, with only a part of his wages. And mother frequently cried when she thought they did not see her, and after the long sleep, Father looked as if he didn't like to meet their eyes but went off early.

      They knew what it meant, but never spoke of it—only pondered over it and mourned with Mother at the change that was slowly altering their kind, industrious father into a moody man and Mother into an anxious, overworked woman.

      Kitty was thirteen, and a very capable girl, who helped with the housekeeping, took care of the two little ones, and went to school. Tommy and Sammy looked up to her and thought her a remarkably good sister. Now, as they sat 'round the stove having "a go-to-bed talk," the three heads were close together; and the boys listened eagerly to Kitty's plans, while the rattle of the sewing machine in another room went on as tirelessly as it had done all day. Mother's work was more and more needed every month.

      "Well!" began Kitty in an impressive tone, "we all know that there won't be a bit of Christmas in this family if we don't make it. Mother's too busy, and Father doesn't care, so we must see what we can do. It would be awful to go to school and say we hadn't had any turkey or plum pudding. Don't expect presents, but we must have some kind of a decent dinner."

      "So I say; I'm tired of fish and potatoes," said Sammy, the youngest.

      "But where's the dinner coming from?" asked Tommy, who had already taken some of the cares of life on his young shoulders and knew that Christmas dinners did not walk into people's houses without money.

      "We'll earn it." And Kitty looked like a small Napoleon planning the passage of the Alps. "You, Tom, must go early tomorrow to Mr. Brisket and offer to carry baskets. He will be dreadfully busy, and want you, I know; and you are so strong you can lug as much as some of the big fellows. He pays well, and if he won't give much money, you can take your wages in things to eat."

      "What shall I do?" cried Sammy, while Tom sat turning this plan over in his mind.

      "Take the old shovel and clear sidewalks. The snow came on purpose to help you."

      "It's awful hard work, and the shovel's half gone," began Sammy, who preferred to spend his holiday coasting on an old food tray.

      "Don't growl, or you won't get any dinner," said Tom, making up his mind to lug baskets for the good of the family like the manly lad he was.

      "I," continued Kitty, "have taken the hardest part of all, because after my work is done and the babies safely settled, I'm going to beg for the leavings of the holly and pine swept out of the church down below, and make some wreaths and sell them."

      "If you can," put in Tommy, who had tried to sell pencils and failed to make a fortune.

      "Not in the street?" cried Sam, looking alarmed.