The missing box with the Christmas decorations has been located. The stockings are hung, the nutcrackers are on guard duty, and the nativity set has been arranged on the fireplace mantle. The tree is sparkling and twinkling, partially because it has white twinkle lights on it, and partially because it has shiny reflective silver icicles dancing in the breeze of the ceiling fan.
It only seemed right to make a batch of one of our family’s standard Christmas cookies, Russian Tea Cakes. They’re delicious, although they suck all the moisture out of your mouth as you chew. It’s a sacrifice worth making. Get yourself a glass of milk and suck it up, buttercup.
I wonder if they really eat Russian Tea Cakes in Russia?
I doubt it. Because if they did, Putin would not be in such a foul mood, invading other countries and insulting global leaders and whatnot. If he ate more cookies, he would be happier.
We could have world peace through cookies.