I was thoroughly pleased with my gifts - a mounted original oil painting courtesy of the OFKAR, a desk calendar of archaic maps, a much needed reporterly notebook, a collection of stories from the Northwest Territories compiled by none other than our very own John Mutford, and socks, gloriously warm socks. These are especially appreciated during this extended cold snap.
I also appreciated that the annual mystery parcel was elegantly understated this year - a handmade book in which each page contained the name of a leaping lord of the amphibian variety. Because frogs are totally dope.
We've spent the past few days of our self-imposed Christmas lock-down eating far too much and burning it all off by playing board games. For this year's annual Christmas board game I bought Cards Against Humanity, a delightfully subversive party game which a savvy friend introduced me to at Communiqu3 in Seattle. I expect at least a few more days of board gaming before we finally emerge from hibernation.
This year, through some magical alignment of the stars, Get Your Own Damn Supper Day coincides with Pyjama Day for a happy collision of sloth and stretchy pants. Turkey smells even better the next day, straight out of the microwave.
How has your Christmas been? I hope you are all enjoying some laid-back family time.
Pass the Baileys.