untraditional shapes, traditional orange cookies
Photo by J. Harrington
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I suspect BH's working on the orange-flavored cookies that have been a Christmas tradition in her family of origin. Not my favorites, but no matter. Eventually some of my preferences will come out of the oven and get covered with icing or turned into gingerbread houses. I also need to remind the Daughter Person that she's overdue on a promised batch of my favorites, oatmeal cookies with craisins and white chocolate bits.
A Christmas village of gingerbread houses
Photo by J. Harrington
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It's been a very long time since I've felt the uninhibited childish sense of joy, delight and glee that Christmas brings out in young ones, but I come close as the cookie cutters fly and the kitchen takes on a light coating of flour dust. And, I've learned to be sure to always leave enough cookies for Santa to have some to go with his glass of milk on Christmas Eve.
Christmas Mail
By Ted Kooser
Cards in each mailbox,angel, manger, star and lamb,as the rural carrier,driving the snowy roads,hears from her bundlesthe plaintive bleating of sheep,the shuffle of sandals,the clopping of camels.At stop after stop,she opens the little tin doorand places deep in the shadowsthe shepherds and wise men,the donkeys lank and weary,the cow who chews and muses.And from her Styrofoam cup,white as a star and perchedon the dashboard, leading herever into the distance,there is a hint of hazelnut,and then a touch of myrrh.
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