In my frantic realization of the impending Christmas, I baked 13 dozen cookies tonight. I'm not sure where the logic behind this was. Perhaps it was my way of playing catch up for the overlooked season. I thought I had prepared for this. Laid cookie plans in
advance. But yet here I am suddenly a week out from the holiday. It's yet to be determined whether my cookie baking marathon tonight has resolved my feeling of panic. Maybe just a few dozen more will help...
Aside from the lingering smell of chocolate chip cookies, gooey walnut bars and pecan nut tossies, there are a few distinguishing signs of Christmas around the house. Though there isn't a tree, which may ultimately have led to my holiday amnesia, there are holly berries scattered throughout. Yes, there is a distinct berry theme this year.
My fireplace? Bricks are already red. Instant Christmas.
I'd say I went with a more minimalistic approach to this year. But throw on Frank Sinatra's White Christmas, candles burning in the fireplace and I'm all set.