Years past have seen the short people rushing through the process, haphazardly shaking containers of red and green sugar and red hots and snowflakes over not-yet-baked gingerbread bells and trees and angels and Lightning McQueens. But not this time; this time all three of them spent more than an hour meticulously adorning their trays of cookies. And they all --quite objectively-- did beautiful work.
I'm thankful for the blessing of tradition.
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