I made cookies.
That’s the main thing. I’d been studying cookie recipes for about a week and got eager to finally try one out. Want to develop my own cookie recipe sort of. I’ve already got a muffin recipe, even if I haven’t made them in many years. But, it’s Christmas, so it’s cookie time, and I’ve put it off for too many years. Can’t just make and poorly-modify the store-bought Pillsbury dough. Got to make my own! 😀
Christmas is about the old and new.
So I watched specials. So I saw the family. So I went to the Christmas Eve late night church service. So I held the candle and sang Silent Night and for some reason found myself holding back inexplicable laughter. So I stayed up way too late wrapping presents.
And this morning I baked some more of my cookies.
Damn, they are good! If really goddamn sweet.
There’s white chocolate and milk chocolate and peanut butter and butterscotch! 😀
This morning, opened presents and saw the little brother get another damn train.
The new were my cookies.
The old is this old house that has belonged to my family since my grandparents bought it in 1965. Every Christmas of my life has brought me to this house.
And it’s been sold and we’re moving out next week before the year is even up.
Well… I don’t know what to say about that anymore. Certainly not giving any more details than that.
I’ve got a lot of Christmas traditions, from those lasting my whole life, such as the simple opening presents with family and having our feast of roast beast, and watching the ball drop on New Year’s Eve. To newer ones like the Christmas Eve night service, having gone to it every year since 2003, with a few times before then. To NYRA’s holiday cards since 2006. To Washington Ethical Society’s Winter Festival since 2009. And to whatever others may come in what I sure hope will be many more iterations of this holiday.
Can’t say it’s totally happy right now.
But I’ve got cookies. They’re awesome.