My daughter Faith was born twelve weeks premature, on a snowy day in November. While Faith was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, my Aunt came to visit. She produced a plate of Christmas cookies and sheepishly said, “I didn’t think you’d have time to make them this year.”
It was a wonderful gift. She was right. Between visits back and forth to the hospital and my older daughter’s basketball games, Christmas cookies were far down on the list. I come from a family that bakes cookies from Thanksgiving weekend to Christmas day. After Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, there was always a plate of cookies waiting for us at home. A year without Christmas cookies was almost like having no Christmas at all.
With all of the Christmas cookies that we bake, there are always extras. I wonder. Who could use some Christmas cheer this year? Shut-ins? People who have family in the hospital and cookies are the last things on their mind? How about the homeless? Could cookies give them a small taste of home and bring a little Christmas into their lives?
Please let me know if you bring your cookies to someone for some holiday cheer. I’d love to hear the story. As usual, I can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Have a Merry Christmas.