Christmas wouldn't be the same without cut out Christmas cookies. After two days of flour hanging in the air, flour on the cupboard knobs, flour on the doors, and flour on the floor, the cookies have been chilled, rolled out, cut out and frosted. All remnants of cookie cutting will be gone by 3:00 today when the cleaning ladies depart and the house sparkles, ready for guests.Cut out cookies are time consuming, yet they remind three adult children of Christmas's past, when their goal wasn't to close the big deal before Friday, but to make the perfect snow Angel. In those simpler times little fingers sampled raw cookie dough, and colored frosting had prints left behind. The broken cut outs had to be eaten lest they spoil, or worse yet, be consumed by a sibling. Making cut out cookies was a process that involved the entire brood and has left life long memories.
Blogger Boy was delighted at the news: the cut out cookies are now frosted. Law School Boy has never been one for sweets but will savor a cookie with his morning coffee, and Jessica has the ability to eat only one cookie and walk away. Five dozen Christmas trees, stars, hearts, bells and clovers are awaiting the lips of those dearest. While the cookies will last far too long, eventually ending up in the trash, the value of the cookies is measured in memories of Christmas's past which will return each time the tray of cookies is sampled.
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I am insanely jealous! Perhaps Blogger Boy can bring back a tin of those cookies back with him to share with his favorite co-workers, :-)
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