It's that time of year where I uphold the wonderful tradition set by my grandmother and make the Christmas cookies.
I hate the holidays, but this always made them worth it going to see my grandmother and finding a tray of cookies just for me. With my work schedule, yesterday was my first and only day to get the baking done and I busted ass for 12 hours getting 15 trays baked and ready for family and friends. Included are the oatmeal, snicker doodles, chocolate chip, peanut butter, and cathedral cookies a small loaf of pumpkin bread. And a container of my candied pecans.
I could feel her in the room with me as I baked. Christmas is not special until Grandma's cookies hit the palate. Her heart and giving brought everyone together and pulled strangers into feeling like family. someone told me at her funeral that he didn't have anyone in his life. But one year he found a tray of her cookies at his door, and he felt like family. A small act made his world a little more comfortable.
I hope I can do the same. i love you grandma.
