This year instead of a partridge in a pear tree, my song was about a parsnip in my sketchbook.
I spent the holiday with a terrible head cold. To keep myself occupied while everyone else celebrated, I asked the kids to find something in the kitchen for me to sketch. They brought me a parsnip from the crisper. I'm not even sure why I had a parsnip in the crisper since I've never cooked or eaten a parsnip in my life. But, at least I can now say I've sketched one.