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This year, being all the more aware and appreciative of my mom's nearly tireless giving and doing - and the fact that 'tireless' is not really possible, I was eager to agree to be home tonight to roll out the Peanut Butter Balls and assist in the melting, mixing, and tossing needed to give the White Chocolate Bark its sweet coating.
Then, tomorrow morning, we're going to "make cookies," as we call it. Four football-sized, buttery-yellow dough balls will turn into countertop-covering pancakes cut into shapes of evergreens, camels, hearts when the heirloom metal cutters are pressed in. My favorite miniature gingerbread people, thumbprint-sized Christmas stockings, and pointy stars will be quickest to cool down once baked and ready for decorating. Criss-crossed cookie sheets tower near the glowing oven ready for baking and a mysterious powdered sugar mixture is painted on to hold rainbow sprinkles, edible glitter, and the enchanting tiny candy canes (see above) that Mom found last year. With a rrrrrippp of wax paper protecting each layer, hundreds of cookies get packed carefully into tins which keep the once-a-year treats for their Christmas Eve debut, and nibbling into the new year.
Having reason for a jaunt home despite being there two weeks ago for Thanksgiving and knowing I'll be home again in no more than two weeks for Christmas vacation, I'm just feel good helping again with cookies: helping my mom and aunt, and being there for a big job that is our family.