Helping my Mom make Christmas cookies is a fond memory for me. I got to do things in the kitchen during Christmas that I never thought of doing the rest of the year. Licking the cookie dough off the mixing beaters was a real treat, even if my tongue wouldn’t reach all the way through the back of the beaters.
Next, after Mom rolled out the dough, was pressing out various-shaped cookies using molds: Santas, stars, reindeer, bells, Christmas trees, etc. My favorite mold was the giant ginger bread man. Then we decorated the shapes with colored frosting and sprinkles. We didn’t use M&M’s, licorice, or chocolate chips — that would have been too extravagant.
I probably could have helped my Mom make cookies any other time of the year, but I was always outside playing. Besides, doing it just once a year made it special, like I was getting bonus time with my Mom. It sure was fun, and I made a big mess of the kitchen, but Mom never got mad; it must have been the spirit of the season.
Making Christmas cookies is a memory that I cherish every year at this time.
Thought for the Day: Mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. Mark Twain