this was Christmas

There was no subversive shortbread baked this Christmas, no shortbread of any kind, in fact.  Board game challenges took precedent over baking.  Bruised fingernails from Crokinole and bruised egos from Scrabble make you forget about all that butter and sugar you are not ingesting.  Not that there was any shortage of ingestion.  

There were pyjama days and days spent thrifting. There were evenings spent on the chesterfield watching docs and evenings spent gathered around the dining room table, battling for board game supremacy.  Final game tallies are still tacked up on the fridge, under the magnet that normally holds my grocery list in place. I believe I lost every game.