🎄 A Loving Family Christmas Memory
My wife and I arrived at my parents house on a snowy Christmas Day.
My brother-in-law and I immediately began a ritual snowball fight, then built a fabulous anatomically correct Frostula the Snow Vampire to greet the rest of the family with festive cheer as they drove up.
We were spilling Bloody Mary's (more than a few) in the snow as we carefully sculpted our masterpiece ... which turned out to be a great unplanned blood effect. Carrots served as fangs and genitalia. Coal was also purposed creatively. We were both in our 30's ... maturity at its finest.
Later, my slightly-annoyed, yet secretly-amused dad asked if I would gather wood and start a fire in the living room fireplace.
With drink in hand, I scurried off to gather single arm loads of wood. I had to keep my left hand free to hold more Bloody Marys.
After carefully arranging the wood in the fireplace I turned on the gas starter. But the match I initially struck had gone out. I felt around looking for a new match, but forgot to turn off the gas valve. POOF!
I had no eyebrows for the remainder that Christmas Day. I rang in the New Year sporting the same look.
I was mercilessly ridiculed and still reminded of that fateful day ... especially when Bloody Marys are served 🎄
Merry Christmas to All ❤️
My wife and I arrived at my parents house on a snowy Christmas Day.
My brother-in-law and I immediately began a ritual snowball fight, then built a fabulous anatomically correct Frostula the Snow Vampire to greet the rest of the family with festive cheer as they drove up.
We were spilling Bloody Mary's (more than a few) in the snow as we carefully sculpted our masterpiece ... which turned out to be a great unplanned blood effect. Carrots served as fangs and genitalia. Coal was also purposed creatively. We were both in our 30's ... maturity at its finest.
Later, my slightly-annoyed, yet secretly-amused dad asked if I would gather wood and start a fire in the living room fireplace.
With drink in hand, I scurried off to gather single arm loads of wood. I had to keep my left hand free to hold more Bloody Marys.
After carefully arranging the wood in the fireplace I turned on the gas starter. But the match I initially struck had gone out. I felt around looking for a new match, but forgot to turn off the gas valve. POOF!
I had no eyebrows for the remainder that Christmas Day. I rang in the New Year sporting the same look.
I was mercilessly ridiculed and still reminded of that fateful day ... especially when Bloody Marys are served 🎄
Merry Christmas to All ❤️