I have been trying to think of what my family’s Christmas traditions are. We aren’t the caroling family (my daughter being the only one of us that can carry a tune), we don’t often sit in front of the fire with hot apple cider, we don’t have one favorite movie that we like to watch this time of year, but there is one thing we do, without fail, every Christmas. We destroy my kitchen. Now, before you get the wrong idea, I don’t mean that I get a new kitchen each December; I mean that we make a mess of it.
We like to bake. All 4 of us. We bake all year long, but at Christmas we do it together and in bulk. We put in 5 or 6 different Christmas CD’s and hit shuffle (our favorite being a Muppets Christmas CD with John Denver, Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, and the bunch, there is nothing quite like hearing Miss Piggy sing ‘5 Golden Rings’), get out our favorite Christmas cookie recipes, and proceed to get flour, sugar, colored sugar balls, eggs, and whatever else we need on the floor, on ourselves, and some even in the cookies.
Now I have to confess that some of the dough is eaten before it’s baked. There are usually children (and adults) with chocolate around their mouths. There is a mountain of empty Hershey Kisses wrappers from the peanut butter cookies. All the Christmas cookie tins are full or being filled. There is a very happy dog licking the floor and 4 VERY happy and full cooks. And, I have a mess of a kitchen.