Mom's Christmas Cookies

I'm trying my best to get through all of my Christmas errands this week. Tonight I divide up honey to give to the family. Bill and I gave each other a Roku box for Christmas (which conveniently arrived early). This magical box allows us to watch Netflix instantly on our tv. Right now, as I type this, I'm watching the Parapluie de Cherbourg. Streaming technology is a strange and wonderful thing.

I'm also enjoying a box of cookies that my mother made and sent up from Indiana. I post this to answer the same questions she asks every year:

Yes, the cookies arrived. Thank you.

No, none of them were broken!

Yes, we actually eat them!

And to prove it and show everyone what massive cookie makin' skillz my mother has:


She made us a Cinnamon the Disapproving Rabbit cookie. Look at the fluffy white tail and the chocolate icing she made to get Cinnamon's coat just right.


She also makes a pretty cool bald eagle--again with home made chocolate icing! Very nice.


Oh no! Cookies running amok! The eagle is trying to steal my disapproving bunny! Run, Cinnamon, run!


Alas, the eagle got the bunny and I had to step in and reestablish my top position on the food chain. Gr.

And that concludes this portion of Cabin Fever Theatre.

See, mom, we do enjoy your cookies.