In the basement of the Lutheran church, Arlene opened the cupboard to look at the plates. Just slightly to look in; and immediately… felt she was fourteen years old again. Because, she had opened this cupboard door, at just the right angle, so that the mirror on the front of the door caught a reflection of the cup-cupboard door, slightly open. And at her angle, there was an infinity of doors in this mirror. Thousands, millions of open doors, one within the other, smaller and smaller and smaller, going into the distance.
And this was the exact thing she had seen when she was fourteen years old, many years ago. This same cupboard at this same angle. And it was that sight, that somehow restored her faith; she can’t quite remember why.
She thought about saying something to Judy Inquvist about it, but then she thought, no, I can’t explain it. And then she had a beautiful idea. She opened up a lower cupboard door and hauled out the best white linen tablecloths, wrapped in plastic, which are suppposed to be used only for funerals; and in fact, someone had taped a message on each one; saying “Do not use. For funerals only.”Arlene thought “to hell with it, I’m gonna use these now.”
“Let’s use these for the Saint Lucia Day Banquet” she said. And just at that moment she looked out the basement window, and she saw smoke and flames coming from the Magandanz house. With the green helicopter on top, and the sleigh and Santa and the reindeer and trolls, the snowmen and the wise men and angels.
She called the fire department, and the alarm went off in the firehouse and the Sidetrack Tap, simultaneously, which was very good because all of the volunteer firemen were down at the Sidetrack Tap, celebrating their Wise Men Banquet.
~From The Christmas Fire, monologue by Garrison Keillor, Broadcast from The Town Hall, New York City, December 2000.
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