Each and every family has its own traditions for the holidays, and we are no different. Our traditions included a large meal on Christmas Eve, opening presents together while listening to Christmas music on Christmas morning, and then Mom would fix a large breakfast. Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy doesn’t it?
We had another tradition as well…baking sugar cookies. Every year Mom had these visions of her three angelic girls working together rolling out dough, cutting cute Christmas-y shapes, and then decorating them with sugar. And every year the same thing happened. We started out excited about decorating our cookies. We would gather around the kitchen table, and coat our little hands with flour. We would choose our cookie cutters and begin working like Santa’s elves to get our cookies ready.
“Stop copying my cookies!”
“I’m not copying your cookies!”
“I was going to use that cutter next…Mooooom!”
“Fine, use it. I don’t care.”
“Mom, she took the same sugar I was going to use.”
“No, I didn’t. You weren’t using it. I had it first.”
“Her cookies look better than mine!”
“Aaargh, they keep sticking. MOM!”
“You can’t eat my cookie. I made that one!”
“I’m done. I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s stupid!”
And so on. Every. Single. Year. I am sure Mom was muttering under her breath about never doing this again with such ungrateful kids. But somehow she became blinded by the glimmering Christmas tree lights and we would recreate the drama the following year. I don’t know why she unfailingly expected different results. The Christmas sugar cookie tradition still occurs, but since we are in our 30s we are much better behaved now. Except this year we kept getting reprimanded for our decorating color choices (Really? You made the rocking horse blaze orange? Is it trying to avoid poachers or what?).
Imagine how we behaved for Easter egg coloring…..