I have now realized that baking is a full contact sport

I am slowly coming out of what can only be called a baking psychosis. This, not to be confused with a baking frenzy. Although there are similarities. A baking frenzy is simply...that. A wild hootenanny of baking that is over within a period of hours. A baking psychosis? Well, clearly a state that is much, much more disturbed. Yes, for those of us afflicted, it can last ...GASP...days.

I come from a long line of bakers. My mother. Yes, a long line. My mother would bake way into the wee hours while we children were snug in our beds. She was smart, my mother. I choose to bake during daylight hours. During those periods of time when children are afoot. And underfoot. I have now realized that baking is a full contact sport. Truly, you haven't really broken in as a baker until you take a good head butt to your ...BUTT. All while balancing cookie sheets and stirring hot fudge upon the stove. Memories....Can we all break into song now? Memories...da da da da da daaaa.... Memories....

Those little munchkins, bless them. All fired up with sugar and SANTA IS COMING!! Is there anything like the exquisite SHOUTING in one's ear to get you in the Christmas spirit!!?? No. But, it is all good. Really. It is! I'll just have to apply for my hearing aide a bit sooner. It will go well with my ....Oh, I thought they were your grandchildren chic. I shouldn't complain. It's been days since I was called my children's grandmother. Days. I'm not bitter. Dammit! I know, Santa, I know. Damn, your good ears...

Santa is coming within the next few hours. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care. BOY & GIRL are nestled in their beds. E, better not be in a kerchief, or I'll kick him to the lawn. I'm sure ready for my mid-winter's nap...

May the wonder of Christmas find you this year!

Merry Christmas to BOY & GIRL, and to all a good night!

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