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There’s Nothing Like Christmas With the Ones You Love
The world is filled with so much more than just cookie cutter shapes.
By the time Emma had her own family and household, she barely remembered the long-ago days when she would spend the night before Christmas making gingerbread cookies with her mother. The tradition had stopped when Emma turned thirteen and her parents divorced. She would spend summer vacations with her mother, but the easy moments between them disappeared as if they had never existed in the first place.
But suddenly gingerbread cookies were on her mind because her six-year-old daughter Sophia had insisted they make cookies for Santa.
“Please, Mommy?” Sophia had practically begged. “He’ll get hungry if we don’t make him cookies.”
“But the bakery down the street makes Santa’s favorite butter cookies.”
“No, Mommy! He needs something special!”
Sighing, Emma shook her head but couldn’t help the small smile blooming on her face. “All right,” she said. “I may know just the thing.”
A quick trip to the grocery store later, Emma had all the ingredients laid out in front of her. Sophia sat at the kitchen table, trying to do everything she could to peek over at what madness her mother was concocting.
