Today in the office someone offered me a Christmas cookie. I accepted and was disappointed to discover
that not only was it store bought, it was stale. I was certain my smile gave nothing away, but
my coworker was quick to volunteer that even though she would never buy cookies
at King Sooper ordinarily, but when it is Christmas, you just do it.
What the WHAT?!?!?!? So now the holiday season and a Nike motto are
justification for eating stale cookies?
It truly must be the end times.
In 1999 I compiled all of our Christmas Party photos into a
photo album and wrote an introduction that included a statement that I chose
not to look at my friends willingness to travel great miles and put up with me
for a cup of eggnog and some of Kat’s fudge as some sign of how low society has
sunk. I still am not quite there,
although I wonder every year why people come to our party. Don’t get me wrong. I want people to come; I’d be pretty blue if
no one came.
So, if you are in the area this Saturday night, stop
by. I promise that my cookie press
cookies will not be stale, (if I manage to get around to making them this
year). And Kat’s chocolates? Totally worth
putting up with whatever I might say to you.
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