Happy Thanksgiving! (Bedtime Story)

This Thanksgiving, the Honeybee Neighborhood buzzes with warmth, gratitude, and a playful rivalry between Melodybee and Roger Robot, as they compete to outdo each other in festive cheer. As pies bake and candles flicker, the glow of love and thankfulness spreads, even as Roger insists his candle is "precisely" superior to Melodybee’s slightly larger one. Amid laughter, friendly teasing, and the glow of shared gratitude, we all gather around, knowing that our love for each other grows brighter with every moment spent together. - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Featuring: Mr. Honeybee, Melodybee, Roger Robot, and Harold

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs.

Honeybee.

Today,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

We'll be celebrating Thanksgiving.

A day dedicated to gratitude,

Love,

And giving thanks.

It's important to focus on what we're grateful for,

Because what you focus on grows.

That's why I've kept a gratitude journal all these years,

As a daily reminder of all the good that surrounds us.

Yes,

Harold,

You're featured in my gratitude journal many times.

What time are our guests arriving?

Oh,

In just a few hours.

I've got to put this pie in the oven before everyone gets here.

All you have to do is close your eyes,

Get cozy,

And listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs.

Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin.

You are here,

Standing at our front door,

With your arms full of sweet potatoes and a harvest of pink apples you picked from the orchard.

With such full arms,

You struggle to knock.

Your right elbow,

Then left,

Feels the weight of the Thanksgiving feast you are carrying as you shift it from side to side,

Trying to free up a hand.

Inside,

You can hear not only me and Mr.

Honeybee,

Like you usually do,

But the entire neighborhood seems to be visiting.

You shout to us,

Hoping to get the attention of at least one person,

But the door remains stubbornly closed.

After negotiating it down to wiggling a single finger free from the potatoes and failing,

You decide to knock with your foot.

You feel a small sense of relief,

Hearing Melody Bee's buzz on the other side and getting closer.

The weight of the potatoes and the apples against the inside of your elbows hope that she has mastered the new locks that Roger Robot installed,

So you can finally deliver this bountiful harvest.

The Honeybee is here.

Come in,

Come in.

Let me take.

.

.

Oh,

Those look heavy.

Mr.

Honeybee?

Oh,

Let me help you with that,

My little Honeybee.

Wow,

Look at that harvest.

The apple orchard has been overflowing with apples,

And even pink ones.

Yay!

Those are my favorite.

Thank you for bringing these,

Little Honeybee.

They'll be perfect for the pies.

As good friends do,

Mr.

Honeybee,

Melody Bee,

Roger Robot,

Harold and I lessen the burden of what you carry by distributing it across all of us.

This makes it much easier to walk into the crowd of happy,

Smiling people that surrounds the table and fills the kitchen.

Your seat at the table is marked with an ornately decorated place setting that has your name written in delicate,

Cursive handwriting.

Even though our house is full,

There's always a seat for you,

My little Honeybee.

Like a butterfly,

You flutter from group to group,

Getting hello hugs and life updates from all the neighbors who love you like we do.

Slowly making your way to the kitchen,

You help Mr.

Honeybee and I with the final preparations before joining Melody Bee in making the table settings perfect.

Even after the flowers dry,

They are still beautiful.

I love dried baby's breath with their teeny tiny flowers.

And these arrangements last for so long.

I guess technically dried arrangements last forever?

That's probably why I like them.

When we pull the last pie out of the oven,

It's time to enjoy the feast.

You take your spot at the table,

Surrounded by your friends and family and beloved neighbors.

With Harold doing his best to be silent at your feet under the table,

Just in case any morsel should find its way to the floor.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel gratitude for all that you have swell in your chest as it expands out.

Then,

Slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and take the first delicious bite.

Together,

Around the table,

We enjoy the feast,

But not so much that we don't save room for pie.

There's an incredible assortment,

And it's difficult to pick just one.

So Roger Robot precisely slices you extra tiny pieces of each to taste them all.

Each is more scrumptious than the last.

Harold has since fallen asleep under your feet,

Waiting for the morsel that never dropped.

With some fancy footwork,

Sliding your foot slowly out from under his chin,

You're able to get up and start the task of washing dishes.

It's easy to do with so many people in the assembly line.

Usually,

It's just us,

With me clearing the table,

Melody Bee handing the dishes to Mr.

Honey Bee,

Who washes,

And you drying to squeaky perfection.

But tonight,

There are several assembly lines branching out like a tree from the sink,

Each waiting for more dishes,

Of which there are plenty.

Once it gets dark,

It's time for the gratitude ceremony that we do every year to celebrate how thankful we really are for each other and for all who came before us.

Mr.

Honey Bee disappears upstairs,

And he calls down for me,

You,

Melody Bee,

And Roger Robot to join him.

Uh,

Team,

There are so many.

I don't think I can carry all of this on my own.

Can you come up?

Of course,

My dear.

Roger that,

Mr.

Honey Bee.

We join Mr.

Honey Bee in my writing room,

Where we've prepared enough beeswax candles for every single person downstairs.

They are standing on trays that need to be carefully carried down the stairs.

One by one,

We all take the trays down to the neighbors who are anxiously waiting for them.

The last tray has five special beeswax candles made just for us.

Roger Robot picks it up and notices something different about Melody Bee's candle.

Hey,

Are those all the same size?

They don't look uniform.

More or less.

It seems to me that your candle is a little more,

And mine is a little less.

Is that true,

Melody Bee?

Mind your beeswax,

Roger.

Literally.

Hmm,

Noted.

Maybe the house is in need of some newer blocks.

Wait,

What did you say?

Oh,

Nothing.

Bickering the whole way down,

Roger Robot and Melody Bee join us holding their candles,

Which are just the slightest bit uneven,

On purpose.

And now the real celebration begins.

I strike a single match until a tiny flame sparks and light the candle I'm holding out in front of me.

The sun has set fully,

But the last remnants of purple and pink clouds fill the sky and pour their warm light into the house.

Everyone is quietly holding their candle out in front of them.

Some people have their eyes closed,

Thinking of what they are going to say,

While the smiles of others let you know they already know what they are most grateful for.

There's no way to be wrong in gratitude.

It is reliably the safest feeling to feel.

Gratitude does not project us toward the future or dig into the past to find what it's looking for,

Because it's always presently self-evident.

Something that surrounds you,

Perhaps like water surrounds a fish,

You might not even realize it's there because you breathe it in every moment.

Until that one special day that gives just the right perspective,

And the shining light from above reflects off the bubbles and the waves,

Allowing the fish to see that it's immersed in a life-giving bounty.

As I light my candle with the first flame at the center of a circle of neighbors that has naturally formed,

I say what I'm most grateful for out loud.

I am most grateful to be at the center of an incredible network of amazing people who support and love me and each other in small ways and big ways and ways that you cannot put into words.

And I am most,

Most grateful for you,

My little honeybee.

You have changed my life and more lives that you can know by just being here and being you.

From that first flame,

I light a second for Mr.

Honeybee,

Who goes next.

I am most grateful to have an ever-expanding world full of family and friends that makes life exciting to live.

And I am most,

Most grateful,

As always,

To you,

My little honeybee.

Not only are you the coolest cat around,

But your selflessness and loving nature is inspiring to me each and every day.

Mr.

Honeybee tilts his candle to yours and the warmth from its tiny flame shines on your cheeks.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel the sensation of your heart beating once,

Twice,

Three times,

Filled with love and gratitude.

Then,

Slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and say what you are most and maybe most,

Most grateful for,

My little honeybee.

The ceremony goes on and on and on until the fire alarm cannot contain the amount of gratitude felt and growing under a single roof.

There are so many people and so much thankfulness swirling in the Honeybee neighborhood that when we move outside,

Even more neighbors join.

When we look down the street,

The tiny flickering lights of millions of candles glow like a nighttime sun.

It seems to go on forever,

And indeed it does,

Because that's the nature of gratitude.

It's endless.

When our eyelids grow heavy and sleep becomes unavoidable,

We drowsily make our way back into the house where the sweet smell of honeybeeswax candles and delicious food still lingers in the air.

We plop down on the couch with full heart and full bellies and drift off into sleep.

Always remember,

Mrs.

Honeybee believes in you.

You are special and you are loved.

I can't wait to see you again.

Reviews

It was so good as always but the description said that there would be a rivalry between Roger robot and Melody bee

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I fell asleep before I could finish it but other than that I think it was good.