The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
We’re done singing, and the gifts are right there, looking at us… daring us to be the first to lean forward and tear open the wrapping paper.
For a minute, we just look at each other, half out of politeness, half daring each other to look more eager than the others.
“All together?” I propose
“All together.”
We walk into the living room together, after a breakfast made entirely of coffee — because we can’t even think of eating again yet, and our stomachs have to be ready for the Winterfest lunch.
There’s only five of us, but it’s still a cacophony of laughter and jokes. Until Dad starts humming a Winterfest song, which prompts us all to slowly quiet down, then join him… then break into a canon of Winterfest Carols. Fwingle Zibbs, Mayzie Grobe, the classics.
Can we sing? Apart from Mom, not really. Does it matter? Certainly not.
A white Winterfest morning is just what the twins and I had been dreaming of: and there it is. Snow, and piles of gifts, ours to open, now that the morning has come!
Or, more accurately, the very early afternoon. Winterfest Eve put us into a food coma so deep I doubt the San Myshuno Carnival Parade would have woken us up, nevermind Father Winter.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 