Friday, January 01, 2010

The whole week of Christmas

let's just say there was no lack of sweet treats. I love to bake and this time of year gives me every opportunity to do so. We made lots of cookies, candies, and pies. I started on Tuesday and made Snickerdoodles and Oatmeal raisen cookies. Morgan asked what I was doing and I explained that I was making cookies for CJ and Papa Dave and he said "make cookies for SANTA?" (with the biggest smile on his face) In a couple of days baby. It's too early to make cookies for Santa right now. "Make cookies for ME?" hahahahaha Honey they're all for you, they're all for everyone. These just happen to be CJ and Papa Dave's favorite. :0) My funny boy.


We made more cookies on Wednesday and then on Thursday we made cookies for Santa. My kids love to help me cook and I love that.

It was a good day for cooking and game playing since it was C-O-L-D outside and snowing. The only pitfall was the kids didn't really get to go out and play in it because we had sustained winds of 40 mph and gusts at 50+. I could only take pictures as long as Icould hold my breath. The snow was falling sideways. I'm sure what was coming across our yard finally hit the ground a mile or two down the road. It was crazy. Pretty to watch but hard to go outside and enjoy.






This was the first white Christmas north Texas has had in over 80 yrs. Yeah us! Typically here the wind dies down when the sun goes down so CJ asked the kids to wait and when it was time we all bundled up and went outside. It was still crazy cold but you have to take advantage of it while you can.

Afterwards we came in, warmed up, put on our Christmas Eve jammies and read "Texas Night Before Christmas" which I LOVE - Thanks Aunt Esta! Here's a small excerpt:
Twas the night before Christmas
in the cold wintry fog.
Nary a critter was movin'
nor a lone prairie dog........
There stompin' and snortin'
and pawin' the ground
were eight scroungy longhorns
stampedin' around
In front of a wagon
piled full as could be
with boxes and bundles
as high as a tree.
Then a bellerin' yell
soon set them all straight
From a fat li'l ol ramrod
who put fear in the eight.
Well, they weren't really scairt -
no harm would he cause -
For their longhorn head honcho
was old Santy Claus! .........
He was dressed all in rawhide
with a Stetson on top.
His big Texas boots
hit the floor with a clop.
He shook his great belly
and stomped with each foot,
which knocked off a shower
of mud, ash and soot.
His eyes were both squinty
and his skin was like leather
From too much exposure
to the raw Texas weather.........



He called over the norther
'fore he went out of sight,
Merry Christmas, y'heah?
and y'all have a good night!