Every year we crack out at least one key holiday tradition without fail: the jigsaw.
In time when it’s just as easy to slouch into the couch and pick up a controller to play some video games on our limited down time, I like to take the opportunity in the cold, dark days of winter to piece together a massive puzzle. It sits on the floor for a while, may move to the table, back to the floor, back to the table. The giant sheet of cardboard covered with a couple thousand tiny pieces is always in the way, always cumbersome to deal with, and always draws a crowd when people are at the house.
One might sit alone and listen to holiday music and put in a few pieces.
There could be five people jostling for a better view while we guard pieces of dessert.
It could be two of us idly poking away at the diminishing piles a lazy afternoon wears closer to dinner time.
Eventually it gets built.
This year we cracked open a 2000 piece Ravensburger with a painted Star Wars scene that we’d acquired at some point. Almost the full month we worked at it, a dozen people coming and going, spending a few minutes or a few hours together. And this morning, alone and hiding from -30 degrees outside, I put in the last thirty pieces with a cup of coffee and a little quiet music.