There is something so incredibly peaceful about baking gingerbread at the crack of dawn. I don't mean those brown sugary cookies with a slight hint of ginger that you can buy at the store, but real soft and savory gingerbread.
There is something so incredibly joyous about the sound of the neighborhood children decorating said cookies. Such clever little fingers. Such happy little smiles. They made so many fun characters on these blank cookie canvases.
I hope this will become a new tradition for us. It hasn't felt quite like Christmas up until now; and it was nice to put aside everything to just have a bit of fun. Have a blessed and bright Christmas.
