Reindeer Games

So breakfast has ended, the kids have opened their stockings, we are doing general clean up (grown ups) or dirty down (kids), when my beloved takes a ball of foam pellets (a stocking stuffer for the kids) forms it into a ball, and lobs it at my mother.  To her credit, Mom raises her broom and takes a swing at it. 

 

Instant indoor softball.

 

Batter, batter, Hey batter!

 

Sa-WING

 

When Janet and Cheryl came, we wouldn’t even let Janet up the stairs until she fielded a few balls in the outfield. Then we let her hit. 

 

But I tagged her out at home plate. (Hey, is that one of my good plates?!)

 

If you know anything about the human condition and balls, you know without me telling you that this quickly degenerated into a game of

DODGEBALL!

Two targets, and whenever that target was hit, s/he would have their place taken by the sniper.

[Ed. note: I’m not even going to try to curate the following.  There are too many great candid shots of my family playing dodge ball in my kitchen, for the love of all that is good about holidays.]

 

All right, folks.  Game over.  Time to snack more.