Every year at Christmas time, my mom turns our kitchen into a branch of the North Pole and makes batches of cookies the likes of which are not matched on this side of the Mississippi. Every year, she seems to get more creative and has more fun with it all. The cookies get more elaborate, from the classic ginger and molasses cookies, to chocolate thumb prints, to melted snowman cookies. In fact so many are made that we cannot eat them all. So what do we do? We share them!
So this afternoon, in the pouring rain, and aided by my brother driving me places, I delivered bags of cookies to our neighbors and old family friends. I’ve held this job for a few years and always have a blast doing it. Granted, I’d prefer making the deliveries when it isn’t raining, but oh well. It’s one of my favorite things to do. I get to wear a big red coat and deliver cookies to all! I’m not Santa, but hey, I do what I can with it. Merry Christmas all! And to all, a good night.