No Christmas can be complete without the smell of Christmas
cookies fresh out of the oven. On
December 23 the house is filled with the scent of sugar cookies, peppermint and
a dozen other sweet treats. These all
are soon to be wrapped up in with big red bows and placed aside to be delivered
around the neighborhood. My brothers and
I bundle up with our thick mittens and puffy coats and set out on this always
cold afternoon. For as long as I can
remember, our neighbors have exchanged little candies and sweets at Christmas
time. Even this small act of kindness
really brings out the holiday spirit and happiness bound to come around this
time of year. We are given specific
instructions, Carefully carry these
cookies to Mrs. Naubert’s house, walk very slowly to be sure and not spill and
don’t forget to be extra careful not slip on any patches of ice, the
repetitive warning we have heard every year.
We smile and nod along only half listening to this overused
warning.
My brothers and I set out into the snowy neighborhood and go
from house to house exchanging smiles and sweet treats with some our closest
friends. After no more than ten minutes
the warnings given by our mom have been half forgotten and I am scrambling to
keep up. The weight of my snow boots and
the hat falling into my eyes adds a sure challenge to this otherwise simple
task. Getting to the door a mere fifteen
seconds after the boys, I count this trip as a success. The process of gathering up treats and racing
around the houses is repeated many times until dark is settling in and
everybody is chilly and tired. We are
greeted at the door by a gust of warm air and hot chocolate ready to be
sipped. Looking back I can only smile
because I know how lucky I am to have great memories like this.
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