One of my favorite traditions throughout the Christmas seasons has been decorating Christmas cookies. My mom would have us kids and then our kids over each year to make the cut outs of Santas, reindeers, angels, snowflakes, Christmas trees, and wreaths. After the cookies baked and cooled, we would then ice the cookies before decorating with red and green sprinkles, chocolate chips (a must have), red and green frosting, and cinnamon hots. We always ate too many cookies, and we would leave with slightly upset stomachs. But it didn’t matter. We had that time together.
After my mom had her stroke and my dad passed away, there were a couple of years when we didn’t decorate cookies. Time was lost as we reorganized the holiday season into new traditions. It wasn’t until my daughter insisted that we decorate cookies that I knew we had to keep this tradition going. The time together wasn’t about eating the cookies as much as spending time as family.
This year, we decorated cookies at my daughter’s house. Even my son-in-law joined in to help decorate with pink and blue frosting, baby bottle sprinkles, chocolate chips, red sprinkles, and cinnamon hots. Yes, there was a little mix up on what was bought for decorations, but it didn’t matter. We still had fun and enjoyed this time together. And luckily, we were able to eat a few of those cookies before my grandson, sick with a cold, sneezed over the entire plate of finished cookies.
Beth M James
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