Here's a picture taken Christmas Eve morning from the top of the stairs. Aw...look. It's all clean and peaceful. That's all about to change in about four hours.
(But first a little pre-Christmas-day-six-year-old excitement.)
Okay, back to the cookies...it's all about the cookies...
After many hours of mixing, chilling, rolling, and baking, the real work begins:
And you thought those cookie cutters were for bells, when all along they were meant to be"Darth Vaders":
And the mess begins...(Just kidding. It began WAY before this step.)
Lincoln about to chomp. (Picture by Noelle.)
There are no pictures of the destruction in the kitchen. Or the crumbs embedded in the carpet. Or (grudgingly) the fabulous gingerbready smell that makes it all worth it.
What is your biggest Christmas Eve tradition?
3 comments:
Does your tree on Christmas Eve kinda scream, "God bless everyone..."
Bells made into Darth Vaders...my boys are gonna like that one. Holy Cow! That's a LOT of cookies! I love the idea to take pictures of the kitchen destruction, the crumbs in the carpet, etc. to really round out the documentation of the event. Our biggest Christmas Eve tradition is pretty simple -- just acting out the Nativity to Luke 2 in costumes.
So who got all those Darth Vader cookies? Surely you didn't eat them all chez Fletcher, did you?
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