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Jack drew a stick woman lying under something that might have been a moose.
“Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer!” Ivy shouted.
Jack tossed the marker aside and pulled her to her feet for a two step around the lobby.
“These two are really obnoxious,” Holly said.
“Totally,” Rhett said.
“It was the antlers,” Ivy said, taking a bow when they returned to our gathering.
“There were antlers?” Rhett asked. “I really don’t get this game.”
Grant drew last. He read the card, nodding to himself. “Okay, yeah.” His marker moved in smooth, confident strokes. He drew the curve of a horse’s neck, added a mane and the beginning of a harness. A single line swept behind it.
“One horse open sleigh,” I said.
Grant hadn’t even drawn the sleigh yet.
“Yep, that’s it,” Grant said.
“Come on,” Holly cried. “The horse doesn’t have legs.”
“I knew what it was,” I said, shrugging. “The harness gave it away.”
“That was one line,” Rhett said.
“This is a dumb game,” Beck said. “Am I right?”
“Really dumb,” Rhett said.
“Watch and learn.” Grant finished the picture, adding the horse’s body, a sleigh with curved runners, and snow beneath its hooves. It looked like something from an old-fashioned Christmas card.
“Grant Walker, you might have missed your calling,” Rhett said. “I’m starting to question my life choices.”
“You mean because you found me?” Grant asked.
Rhett nodded, reaching for his beer. “Precisely.”
The fourth round again put Rhett and Holly on the board. Holly drew a triangle, added a trunk, several circles and a star.
“Tree,” Rhett said.
She nodded furiously.
“Pine tree. Evergreen. Forest. Lumber. Deforestation.”
Holly jabbed at the ornaments hard enough to tear the paper.
“Decorated tree. Holiday shrub.” Rhett’s eyes widened. “Christmas tree!”
Ivy jingled the bells a second later.
Rhett leapt to his feet and took a victory lap around the coffee table while Holly bowed to the room.
“One point,” Ivy said.
“Baby, we’re on the board!” Rhett shouted.
