The wind is blowing and the snow is falling. Deer are nibbling at the corn my uncle put in the yard. My grandmother is singing away to Christmas carols and my sisters and I jump right along with her. The house is warm and filled with the aroma of cookies and pies. My pap walks in and tries to sneak a pizzelle. Sadie sees him and kicks him out but does not get a chance to save the cookie.
Pizzelles, chocolate covered Oreos, and angel food cake cover the counter tops and table. Chocolate chip cookies are in the oven and buffalo chicken dip is on the stove. Bayley is covered in flour and drinking hot chocolate. The window starts to fog up from of all the warmth from the oven. Laughter floats through the air and drowns out the music.
We all know Christmas is here and we are anticipating the reveal of our presents the next morning. As we work through the day we ignore everything from the outside world. We only focused on baking and each other. The smell of cinnamon and apple pie take over and we snap back to reality.
At this point we had been baking for five hours and we were exhausted. We started to wrap everything, wash dishes, and wipe of the counter tops. Waiting and wishing for next Christmas Eve to come fast.
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