I think I’m pretty low-key when it comes to holidays. I don’t give thousands of dollars to my power company to keep my Christmas lights running. I don’t bake forty-two pounds of cookies that get thrown into the garbage two weeks after Christmas, and I don’t have twenty-two credit cards that will take me until July to pay off. I’m not Bah-Humbug, but I’m not exactly fluorescent Merry & Bright.
I do throw up some lights.
I do bake some cookies.
I do buy Christmas gifts.
I just don’t let these things run my life and ruin my December.
BUT, I kinda like the people who do.
I mean, really, who doesn’t like to stand in front of the house that has two point three million colored bulbs on it? I love it! I’m a kid that way. I’ll clap for the poor soul who let his wife talk him into carrying Santa, a sleigh, and eight (are there eight?) reindeer three stories up to the roof. Hats off to the woman who inflates her snow family up every single morning after the cold caused Frosty and his plastic children to collapse. And I absolutely love the tacky Christmas sweater clad old woman who makes her body weight in cookies every year.
(of course these people are all fictional – no offense anyone)
It’s Christmas. Let’s celebrate!
I’m just too lazy to spend two weeks baking.
I am making The Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls, some sugar cookies, and snickerdoodles. I might make some other kind of cookie. We’ll have to see what I let the kids talk me into baking. I really loved THESE cookies, but if I make them, I may as well go out and buy a pair of jeans with an elastic waist.
And thumbprint cookies make the sugar-plums dance in my head.
Ok, so maybe I will spend two weeks baking. Just don’t let me buy elastic waist pants. Deal?
What about you? What are you cooking up this Christmas?
Are you the house that lights up the neighborhood, or do the neighborhood kids whisper “Grinch” behind your back.