''This is going to be a very special week,'' said Aunt Dee. "So you listen and I'll talk.''

I listened.

''On Thursday I'm going to dinner at my friends','' she started. ''It's Thanksgiving, you know. We celebrate that the Pilgrims ran away from their home and came to America. They were friendly with the Indians at first, but later they killed the Indians and stole their land.

''On Friday,'' she went on, ''we celebrate Chanukah. Two thousand years ago the Syrians tried to steal the Jewish people's land. They even put out the Eternal Light in the temple. But the Maccabees got rid of them and the light burned again. Then, soon after, the Romans took the land, and the Jewish people had to leave.''

I made no comment, as instructed, and she continued, ''That reminds me about Moses and the Egyptians, and the Exquisition in Spain, and the Revolting War, when the settlers in America threw out the English people who had settled the land in the first place, and the Civilized War, when we forced the South to stay in our country even though they wanted to succeed.''

''You certainly know a lot about history,'' I dared to comment.

''Well, I'm going to two parties next week and I don't have to kill anybody. That will make good history!'' she exulted.