The Festive Trio - T, yours truly, and Heather
Due to chronic procrastination issues, I was frantically sewing metal stars on mine on Christmas morning. I didn't feel so bad when I found out that Heather was doing the same. T's balls starting falling off about mid-point through the day, but he carried on bravely nonetheless. Heather also started shedding wooden Santas. This is why we don't make our own clothes.
I have no room for a tree at my place, so it was nice to see the little one that my hosts had set up by the fireplace, decorated with ornaments that reflected their eclectic interests. I had given Heather the stuffed fox ornament last year.
T is a chef by trade, so I know there will be an excellent meal, and this year was no exception, with duck confit, collard Greens and a carmelized onion tart with goat cheese. There was a Big Bang Theory Marathon on television providing some entertaining background noise, and I was introduced to what is now my new favourite card game...
I had been hearing about Cards Against Humanity for months from Heather. It's my idea of the ideal card game as there is no skill or strategy or memory involved; basically you just have to have a twisted and inappropriate sense of humour, and not be easily offended. There are two decks of cards - black ones with statements with blanks to be filled in, white ones with words or phrases that range from "odd" to downright filthy. A black card is put face up on the table and players each choose a response from their hand of 7 cards, and in most cases, an impartial judge decides whose response is the most entertaining and offensive. As it was only two of us playing, we just tried to out-gross the other. This may become a Christmas tradition.
Two very happy doggies - Gracey, a beagle/whippet cross, and Yukon, whose got some lab and dalmation in the mix.
Yukon is the sad-eyed stoic
Gracey is Yukon's shadow, and always in need of reassurance that she's loved. With that face, how could she not be?
It was a lovely Christmas day - no hours of travelling, screaming children, or obnoxious relatives - just an afternoon spent with good friends who are kind enough to invite me share delicious food and fun for the holiday. Thank you so much, you guys know I love you (you too, Gracey). I hope your Christmas provided an opportunity to share food and time with loved ones, without too much wear and tear on the body and soul.