Mr. Potato Head's Thanksgiving

It was a lovely Thanksgiving feast in the playroom.

Mr. Potato Head sat at the head of the table.

Raggedy Ann and Andy squabbled over the corner seat.

A group of assorted Barbies gossiped and snickered on the left flank of the table.

Baby Alive balanced a full tea cup on the right.

And, Barbie Mariposa, in her full regalia, sat at the foot of the table. Her outstretched wings proved to be a logistical challenge at first. And, as usual, her lack of cooperation caused a flutter of whispers to rise from the rest of the Barbie crew.

Mr. Potato Head led the prayer of thanksgiving.

“We gather here today to join together…”

“Noone’s gettin’ hitched here, 'Tater Head.” Raggedy Andy was impatient.

“Yeah, that was last week,” gushed Bride Barbie, displaying her glittery plastic ring.

He began again.

“Here in the playroom, many toy creatures live together as family. We cohabitate together peacefully despite our differing backgrounds, toy stores of origin and Trademarks. As such…”

“Cut to the chase, Bud.” Andy wasn’t the only impatient toy. This heckle came from the Barbie crew.

“Ahem. We may occasionally bicker…However, we all contribute in our own, small way to a little child’s happiness. For this awesome opportunity, I think I speak for all when I say…”

“Muchas Gracias!” An abandoned, plastic Dora had found her way into the room to join the festivities.

“Damn straight, kid!” shouted Raggedy Andy before diving into the Play Doh pie and Moon Sand mashed potatoes.

Happy Thanksgiving from mine to yours!