I love Christmas. I love the lights hung up everywhere. I love the hunt for the perfect, most conical tree. I love the 24/7 Christmas music – except for those 3 particular songs that include teeth, Grandma, and shoes. Those, I skip. And I love the Christmas cookies.
For the past four years, one of my best friends has hosted a Christmas cookie exchange. Several of us, our moms, our sisters, and our grandmas get together and bake an assortment of cookies of which Alton Brown would be proud (Okay, a girl can dream about her baking prowess, but anyway).