I’ve never met a Christmas cookie I didn’t like.
Well, that’s not true. Christmas cookies with coconut I can do without. And candied fruit cookies. Not a huge fan.
But all other Christmas cookies. I. Love. Them.
My grandmother (we always called her Grandma Bear) loved to bake Christmas cookies. I swear she must have started in mid-November to make all the dozens of cookies for the family. The anticipation waiting for her cookies to be delivered was almost unbearable. Every day starting early December we would watch out the window, waiting for the mail truck.
Then finally, when the box arrived we would cheer and run around like lunatics until we settled down. We’d carefully unpack the tins and shoe boxes of cookies from the delivery box, mouths watering and tummies rumbling at the prospect of putting away 3 or 4 scrumptious cookies right then and there.