Every Christmas, my mother and I spend about six hours in the kitchen, baking all sorts of sweets to deliver to people that we like.
Fudge, molasses cookies, frosted sugar cookies, plum bread covered in sugary buttery glaze. How can you go wrong?
|Here's an actual-human picture of my mom from earlier that day.|
My mom commented on how domestic I'm becoming. It made me laugh, but was also quite a relief. I didn't think I had it in me.
It felt more like Christmas than it has the whole month so far. There was snow falling, music was on, we were dancing and singing, delicious smells were wafting. And after we listened to "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" for the umpteenth time, I was so full of sugar and Holiday Cheer that I had to take a break!
That was actually because my back hurt. Standing for too long turns me into an old cripple.
You'd better hope I like you enough to get some of these goodies delivered to your door tonight! Merry Merry.