Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Every year, my sister and I compete in a rather fierce christmas cookie decorating contest.
Now, I don't want to spoil the ending to this beautiful story, but I've been the winner for 2 years running (Megan might attempt to refute this, but she's in denial).
This year, my girlfriend Dayna competed with us and I think she was a bit taken off-guard by the level of ferocity that we take it to.

The judge of our contest is our dad, the honorable Dan Bates.
Make no mistake about it, Dan is a sharp one. He's no scrub judge.

Megan's design, a poor-man's snowglobe, was decent at best (just kidding, meg....it was actually really good).
She spent more time applying individual dot sprinkles with tweezers than the amount I slept last night (almost true).
Dayna's cookie(s) were probably the most creative cookies of the lot, but unfortunately were looked over by the judging table.
my cookie, a festive, timely, and wonderful heart, was deemed the winner after much consideration and deliberation from the judge. Good choice, I must say!

I don't have any pictures of this even yet uploaded to the computer, but hopefully I will do so eventually.

merry christmas!