Twisted Santa
Brandon is finally home so tonight we were able to finish our gift exchange for the holiday. After the flurry of paper, there stood one last box. It was from Santa. The note simply said: “When the three of you are finally together, gather around the final box and open it. You’ll have to work with it a but the surprise will ultimately be revealed.”
As Brandon aptly put it, “Son of a Nutcracker.”
Out spilled 256 puzzle pieces. The table was cleared and the three got to work.
For close to an hour, they twisted and turned pieces, wiggling them into place without any sort of guide. The grumbles were priceless. We tried hard not to laugh or help. Do you know how much fun it is to watch people work a puzzle without any sort of prompt? For once, some assembly required was all in their court. Oh, the JOY!
The picture finally came into focus and their expressions: priceless.
This summer, we’re off to the Pigeon River to do something we’ve never done before. We can hardly wait. TOWANDA! ~ Jacqui
Nashville or Bust 