Memories of Christmas pasts...…..
At the age of 8 I started my yearly tradition of baking the Christmas cookies on my own. My grandfather an observer who would sit in the kitchen and taste test, and also make sure I didn't burn myself or the house down. Chocolate chip cookies, my all time favorite, and raisin pecan cookies. A person may ask, "Where were the Christmas tree cookies with the icing?" I can honestly say with certainty that I'm not artistic enough or have a steady enough hand to put designs on cookies.
This was also the year I began writing my letter to Santa all on my own, with the help of a catalog so that I wouldn't forget to ask for certain things, and by things I mean toys. Those that are old enough will remember the Sears Catalogs, with the massive toy section. My list was always 3 pages long. Some may call that "excessive", like my mother did. I call it, "I wasn't told that Santa wanted us to stick to a page limit."
In my mind, if I wasn't told that it had to be at a certain length then I was going to keep writing out my list until I had everything on there that I wanted. What's the worst that could happen? Me not get everything or anything off the list? And that right there was what I was taught. Just because I may ask for something didn't mean I was going to get it. So if I didn't get anything on the list that was fine. The whole idea was that I was writing a letter to Santa and it was up to him to decide what I was getting and I would be happy with whatever he sent, because he thought of me. A little 8 year old girl in Indiana, who liked to bake him cookies.
More stories to come as we countdown to Christmas!
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