Welcome to Day 10 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song)…
I know, so incredibly original the concept blows your mind – Matrix style. This will be usurping the usual Tacklerism Tuesday and “What the frak?” Friday segments until completed.
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On the tenth day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:
TEN minutes of pelting,
Nine sweet sticky rolls,
Eight sloppy snow angels,
Seven sneaky snatchings,
Six doting relatives,
Five free dinners,
Four hours of sleep,
Three spares in a row,
It was the best of times.
It was the wettest of times.
It was the most fun I’ve had in the snow since skiing in 2006 – but with a lot more giggling involved.
The Tackler and I had our first snowball fight. It raged for ten full minutes until I had to meet up with a friend for lunch and he had to go inside to thaw out via hot chocolate consumption.
It was epic.
The Tackler employed classic techniques such as:
- Having your opponent (me) aid in their own destruction by requesting formation of large snowballs for personal (his) use.
- Waiting until opponent’s (my) back was turned and then pelting them (me) – not realizing that was opponent’s (my) strategy as well in order to avoid a snow ball down the front of their (my) coat.
- Aiming for the actual Achilles heel because your opponent’s (my) snow pants are too short due to lack of availability in Texas and incapacitating her (me) because the snow ball then fell into their (my) boot and froze their (my) toes.
Here is a brief video sampling of the battle (I apologize for the low resolution – for some reason when I clipped the video, I must have saved it wrong.. will work on doing a better copy later).
It was made possible by freak “warm” weather – a balmy 36 degrees that melted the aforementioned powdery-too-dry-for-snowman snow from Day 8 (sidenote: I think it was 75 degrees in Texas…).
Speaking of, prior to the Epic Snowball Fight – while Lil Diva enjoyed a very brief sojourn via sled into her first real snow – before face planting directly into the snow thanks to mobility issues (think of Randy, Ralphie’s brother from A Christmas Story) – a Snow Person of Unknown Origin was carefully built at The Tackler’s request.
Because why crawl on the ground and roll snow when you can delegate this task to your mother?
Sadly, the Snow Person did not survive this excursion.
First, The Tackler weakened it via snow ball target practice.
Then, he attacked its midsection, causing the poor thing’s top two thirds to twist and dive headfirst into the ground – and its head Was No More.
RIP Snow Person. You were the second leafiest Snow Person ever made, just behind Unbalanced Texas Snowman last February. You were replaced later in the day by Half An Igloo Fort.
It was a masterpiece designed and constructed by CG later that afternoon while I had the pleasure of visiting a local pediatrician’s office with Lil Diva – who had kept CG up via screams and refusal to lay back down in her crib the night before. While they gloried in the wet snow, I had my suspicions confirmed that Lil Diva once again had an ear infection and now required her fourth round of antibiotics since early October.
The snow fun has not been repeated as every time I say, “Don’t you want to go out and play in the snow?” the Tackler responds with:
“Mommy, it’s too cold outside.”
He might have a point…. It was 82 degrees at our home in Texas yesterday.
What gift did your spouse/children/Santa give you today?