Nothing says “Christmas” like a few rousing rounds of Bingo!
It was a tradition my mother began with her little paper game of Christmas bingo. There were always prizes which one of my sisters procured for her – usually gift cards. It was a lucrative adventure if you were lucky enough to have a winning card. So when our dinner yesterday grew to 12 guests, the obvious thing to do after dining ‘twas bingo! (Well, that and “jumping frogs,” a new tradition to be sure.)
I’m surveying the damage from the fun and frenzy, which is happily non-existent. Everything is cleaned up quite nicely. I see a new ball we can play with, a puzzle to assemble, some yummy “moose munch” for later, and one unopened gift under the tree. It’s not for me so I’m not too excited about that.
The gently falling snow has me yawning this morning and considering an early nap, all as I listen to a doctor and his recommendations for “safe shoveling.” That can wait until later – maybe after I shovel some moose munch into my tummy.
Peace on earth.