I’ve been having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I’m not sure why. I’m usually a very jolly fellow around this time of year. Usually starting the day after Thanksgiving I have the Christmas tunes going and am stapling lights to the house hoping to be the brightest house on the block. But this year, I didn’t even put out a wreath. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s because I’m not at work excited about getting a few days off, or maybe I’m nervous about what’s to come in the New Year. I’m really not sure why, but I knew I had to make an effort to get into the spirit. This is Ellie’s first Christmas and this is when we can start building our traditions. I can’t be a Scrooge for this. So I decided to do some holiday baking to get into the mood.
It seems everybody has been baking lately. My mom made 25 dozen! At least half of everybody’s Facebook statuses have been about baking or eating baked goods or wanting someone to bake. So I thought I’d join the club. But I wanted to make something different, something unique. My dad loves zombies and everything zombie so I decided to make zombie gingerbread men. What says, “Merry Christmas Dad,” better than a fresh batch of zombie gingerbread men? And while I was at it, I’d make Christmas Witches, Holiday Skulls, Frosty’s Evil Twin, and last but not least, Freddie the Christmas Frog! It was great. I loved making sugar cookies. I really didn’t care how they ended up tasting as long as they looked good.
Mmmm… Brains… I mean Mmmm… Cookies…
Have a Merry Scary Christmas!