This. This right here. This is the meaning of Christmas.
Call me shallow, call me real, call me a sugar cookie lover.
Call me anything you want if you bring frosted sugar cookies to work. If they are bite-sized and made by one of my favorite mother/daughter duos. Well that’s all the better. I gave Blake (pictured behind Nancy and looking innocent) fair warning that I would be monitoring how many cookies he ate to be sure he didn’t get more than me. Let’s face it, when frosted sugar cookies are involved we all revert to our childhood. Where siblings fight over who gets the most.
I love your blog, your stories and the WAY that you tell stories - thank you! Merry Christmas dear Carol!
Posted by: Alison | 12/21/2017 at 12:21 AM
yum! ♥
Posted by: jacki long | 12/21/2017 at 12:41 AM
Cookies look great. But Blake? I think you need to keep his hands in the photo at all times. He looks as if he is stealing cookies from a tray on the desk in back??????
Posted by: Sharon Walworth | 12/21/2017 at 07:07 AM