She has consistently replied “cookies” every time my husband and I have asked her what she wants Santa to bring her for Christmas. We have commented repeatedly that Santa is getting off easy this year, although it looks like Santa might not get to enjoy his milk and cookies on Christmas Eve, given our daughter’s apparent cookie monster tendencies.
I decided to get a little more detail on the desired cookies, just to make sure that Santa gets it right.
“What kind of cookies?”
“What shape? Christmas trees? Stars?”
“No. Octagons. Santa brings chocolate octagon cookies.”
And that has remained the answer, consistently.
So Santa’s elves are now busy searching the workshop for an octagon cookie cutter, and Santa is thinking that perhaps this cookie request may not be the walk in the park that it seemed at first glance.
Santa thought about the Little Debbie chocolate Christmas cakes, but they are hexagons, not octagons, and they aren’t cookies. Accuracy and detail are important in this science-minded family.
So the search for the octagon cookie cutter has begun, and Mrs. Claus is scouring cookie recipes for the perfect chocolate cookie that can be rolled out and cut into hexagons. She’s also scouring the calendar for the free time to the requested chocolate octagon cookies.
I suspect this innocent request from our daughter has launched a family tradition—an octagon cookie cutter that will have to remain hidden all year; chocolate octagon Christmas cookies that Santa brings each year and leaves under the tree or in the stocking, perhaps on a red or green octagon-shaped plate; and a Christmas breakfast that consists of cookies and milk. Mrs. Claus is thinking that chocolate oatmeal cookies might be appropriate.
Every family has its quirky traditions. I have a friend who always has a Christmas “snake” under the tree—a snake made of wrapped up socks for the family members. When I was growing up our Christmas trees were always live, balled and burlapped, and part of the fun of Christmas was planting the Christmas tree at the end of the season. Every year we could look at the previous years’ trees and tell stories about previous Christmases.
Our Christmas tree is filled with ornaments that reflect my family, my husband’s family and now our own family, with ones made for us by Elena at school or made for Elena by her teachers. Decorating the tree with these ornaments every year is a tradition, each one with a story that we will tell and remember.
That’s part of what Christmas is about, remembering who you are, where you came from, the people who love you and the gifts of your heritage. And, if part of that heritage is a recipe for chocolate octagon Christmas cookies passed down through the years, great.
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