Christmas in The freezer

The turkey all plump sat tucked in the freezer next to the ham and shortbread cookies.
Across the way the peas and carrots lied still and meek next to the dressing sausage meat.
All awaiting the day of Christmas. Meanwhile the breadcrumbs and cranberry sauce sat in the pantry, below them the potatoes, onions and yams carried on their own conversation about their role to play out for dinner.
The turkey all puffed up in his arrogance, boasted about his star role in the feast. He went on and on describing all his special prepping, the thawing, the stuffing, the long lovely hours of basting. The Ham listened quietly, as in his mind he knew the truth, his day if not next to the turkey on center stage would certainly be New Years Day. With the turkey long gone the ham relished in this idea. The cookies and sausage meat listened and rolled their eyes at the self-centered turkey both knowing full well that they we’re well liked and enjoyed in their own roles.
Though it was the peas and carrots that cried meekly as many years if not forgotten on the stove or in the microwave they would easily be passed over, as plates seemed too full for their small touch. Children would turn up their noses and after supper they were often tossed upon the garbage heap in an ungrateful manner.
Meanwhile the potatoes eyed their counter parts, laughing hurtfully at the humanitarian yam. As the potatoes came to be a large part of all the action, from dressing, to being smothered with rich brown gravy they truly felt above the rest. The cranberry sauce although little knew he was secure every year in his position, just like the breadcrumbs.
The yam said very little, but did take a moment to remind them all of the purpose to the holiday. “This is a time of year, where we celebrate in the joy of one another, is it not,” stated the Yam. As they talked through the night soon the sun arose with the chatter and clanging of pots and pans. It was the day.
Each item was pulled out of the freezer, and pantry one by one. Soon they had all been prepped, glazed, and prepared accordingly. They we’re set upon center stage with human eyes looking down on them with admiration.
The turkey still puffed up from his ego, the potatoes, dressing, and cranberry sauce all piled on plates close together. The yam sat alone, aloof, waiting for the odd one whom enjoyed his flavor. As the peas and carrots could be heard sobbing terribly in the kitchen still on the stove. Soon the silence of eating was broken. As a young child spoke up, “Mom, where’s the peas and carrots? As this is not a true Christmas dinner without a little of everything, That’s what makes Christmas Dinner Special!”
Soon the peas and carrots where placed amongst the other food, and the wise Yam spoke for the last time. “ Here ye all you self-centered dished, you over done turkey, this is a meal of sharing, we all play important roles at this table, like the child spoke, no one is above the other, “ And so the food is realization of their pettiness tasted all the better, and all was devoured in glory of Christmas Day.