We have two cookie baking traditions in this house: Palm Sunday cookies and Christmas Eve cookies. Same recipe for both occasions (which I never save but always find by googling “best sugar cookie recipe”). Same icing. Different sprinkles.
(avert your eyes if you find yourself mildly sickened by a toe jam + cookie dough combo…)
This was the first time Ephraim was relatively helpful during the process. That may have been because Grandad was assigned to be his one-on-one personal cookie concierge.
The special sprinkles we used had been sitting unopened on the counter for weeks, taunting the children with their multicolored, promised deliciousness. When the time to decorate finally came Sarah just couldn’t help herself.
Sadly, she thought she was being discreet…
Discretion was, of course, out the window on Christmas Day when she shared with a visitor to our home that in addition to helping with the dough she also licked her fingers. No wonder our sweet friend chose to take her cookie home in a baggie for, ahem, “later”.
It was a joy to share our tradition with Grama and Grandad…
And then with Santa himself.
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