Gratitude, Day 24: homemade cookies sent from far away

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the

not a creature was stirring.  Not even a

The

were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that

soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of

danced in their heads.

(… the rest of the delicious poem has been eaten).