It seemed like the perfect time to do it. In fact, it was
the first time that all of us had gathered under one roof since the birth of my
youngest grandchild Javi.
“Time for my annual Christmas card photo!” I announced.
With Thanksgiving leftovers yet under
wrap
We settled on the sofa, babies
on lap
When what to our wondering eyes
did appear
But a spirited Grandma and six
tiny reindeer
More rapid than eagles the
photographers came
They whistled and shouted and
called them by name:
“Now, Javi! Now, Eli! Now, Layla
and Addison!
Come on now, Nicky! Come on now,
Cristian!"
But soon we discovered that babies aren’t into reindeer
games. All that shouting and waving outstretched hands that resembled reindeer
antlers themselves did nothing to coax a simultaneous smile from the herd, but
everything to terrorize and conjure cries from our wee ones.
It was time to call it quits on the pics and pull the
babies in for some mommy comfort.
This experience with my miniature reindeer taught me a
lesson with more points than the record-breaking number on the deer display at
Cabela’s—well, at least six. Allow me to share.
