She was baking Christmas cookies! She was a goddess, married to a god, and she was baking Christmas cookies! How had it come to this? She remembered the good old days when she just sat back and people brought her their tributes. Well, at least she had dropped off those wreaths today. Soon, they would be having their version of Christmas dinner. It just wasn't the same, though. People tasted so much better when they sacrificed themselves voluntarily. It secreted a certain hormone that was almost like gravy. She hadn't tasted it for centuries. She shrugged. Maybe times would change again.