|The genius behind our tradition.|
This year it all fell apart. I have been having a difficult time with Christmas this year, and I found myself standing for hours in my kitchen doing the rolling, cutting, baking and the *&#*$ cloves. Alone. It was not fun. But, after whining and muttering for an hour, I started to focus on years past and it turned out to be a work of love. However, my Great Aunt Edie must have been twirling in the afterlife - I had thick, thin, goofy, googly ginger boys. And I even forgot to complete the required facial features on the last four. Ack!
|(from right: too jaunty, too fat, just right.)|
The alpaca cookie is for my friend Kay.