Christmas Cookies? Uh-uh.




I don't do Christmas cookies.

Am I the only person on the planet that, when faced with the thought of making Christmas cookies, turns into the Grinch?


All I can think about is the giant MESS it will produce and that I will be the one cleaning it up.

And the fact that, once the cookies are decorated, they will all be eaten up in 12.5 seconds.

I just can't bring myself to do it.

I can't waste the effort.

I don't have it in me.

I love my children and husband dearly, but one thing I cannot do is bake Christmas cookies.  They will not have any Nestle Toll House or Pillsbury perfect memories of rolling out the dough and cutting out shapes with mom.

Nope.

Instead, it's my husband.  He loves Christmas cookies so much that he has taken over the Christmas cookie making extravaganza in this household,

and I'm totally OK with that.

 (You may have noticed they are not baking cookies here.  A picture of that would've been nice.  I can't find a pic of them making cookies from last year, but here is something they all enjoy together...LEGOS!!!)


I have no pride issues when it comes to cookie-baking, nor kitchen dominion take-over conflicts.

The man went a few too many years without homemade Christmas cookies and he took the initiative to re-institute the institution.

God Bless him!

I love my husband!


Merry Christmas and happy baking to all the cookie-baking mamas and poppas out there!

Go for it!




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