It’s been a crappy year. For that reason alone, we need LOTS of Christmas cookies.
Also because we’re at home, we’re bored, and we might as well bake.
Therefore, I admit it.
I have gone overboard.
I have made cookies in years past, it is true. But not quite this many cookies. And perhaps not with this intensity and sense of purpose.
It’s hard to say exactly when it started. Honestly, the days are kind of running together at this point.
But I think it was Friday night that I mixed up the first batches of cookie dough, ready to bake on Saturday.
First up were some wonderful gingerbread cookies. I haven’t made these every year, but the Bug asked specifically for gingerbread cookies this year.
Next up, I mixed up the dough for the ever-popular and much-beloved peanut butter chocolate kiss cookies (sometimes called peanut butter blossoms).
Saturday and Sunday we baked and decorated, and by the end of the weekend we had the previously mentioned cookies as well as my favorite sour cream ginger cookies, and Russian tea cakes.
The last cookies to make are the chocolate crinkle cookies, which are always popular.
Why so many cookies?
Is it just me, or does it feel like this Christmas has to be the most Christmassy of Christmasses in this history of Christmas?
As if, in an effort to make up for such an awesomely and epically crappy year, we need to make Christmas even more over the top to compensate?
I was even thinking of making a Bûche de Noël, for goodness’ sake!
Whatever the reason, I feel myself driven by some unknown force to make this Christmas a very special one for the boys.
This is the first Christmas we are spending at home just the four of us. Up until now we have always traveled for Christmas.
Perhaps I’m worried they’ll find it disappointing after previous years of boisterous family gatherings.
Relieved and Disappointed
Honestly, though, I am so relieved not to be traveling for Christmas this year.
Though we were supposed to have seen our family members throughout the year: in summertime, for Thanksgiving…
So now, even though I wanted to stay home for Christmas, I’m still feeling bummed about not seeing our families.
Less Christmas Stress
But as Chico and I were saying the other night: we feel far less stressed about the holidays this year.
It’s nice not to worry about packing so little so that we’ll have room to bring gifts back. I’m not worried about overweight luggage, travel delays and winter storms.
(I’m also remembering how last year the Bear spent the entire transatlantic flight being sick to his stomach. Man, I’m glad we won’t have to deal with that!)
In 2019, I wanted to stay home for Christmas 2020. In 2019, I had crossed the Atlantic four times, flown domestically four times, and was ready to just stay put for once.
Now in 2020, I’ve been forced to stay put. And the travel itch is growing.
Hopefully, in 2021, we’ll be able to see our loved ones near and far. And maybe we’ll travel for Christmas again.