Mrs. Santa keeps the stove lit, the tree lit, and the cabinets lit — in that order. Cocoa is allowed on the carpet. Nobody has ever been asked to leave.
Mrs. Santa's second cabinet from the door — brick-breaking by candlelight, with a cocoa ring on the bezel.
A maze run against the clock, wedged between the stove and the tree.
The bramble shooter, garlanded for the season and slightly too loud.
Hop the pyramid, avoid the trouble. The stool in front of it is always warm.
Cross the water without being counted. Best played with mittens off.
The bubble shooter in the corner by the window, where the frost creeps across the glass.
Nine packed snowballs up an ice lane into the scoring rings. The trackball is always cold.
Climb and glide a yearling through the chimney stacks, ringing every bell on the way.
Three chutes, one belt, and it only ever speeds up. Three spoiled batches ends the shift.
The packing-room cabinet by the workbench — falling toy crates, one narrow chute, and the hoist never slows.
Pack a wandering toy in snow until it is a snowball, then kick it and let it bowl down the rest of the floor.
Games of skill · Personal best only