This is my dad.
He’s trying desperately to score points in our annual game of Christmas Eve Pictionary. Every year, the girls (mostly artists) crush the boys (mostly mathematicians). Every year, I am accused of cheating by a particularly sore loser on the boy’s team (*cough* Mimi’s husband)
I am so looking forward to seeing my family and friends this Christmas Eve. I’m thankful for Pictionary, for my mom’s homemade everything and for all the laughs, warmth and comfort that bubble up when we are all together.
I cannot wait for Christmas Eve.