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!