I struggled to 'pare down' my collection of pictures. There are still a lot, so here goes:
The process starts, as one would expect, with mixing the dough. This year De, Daughter #1 (D1) and the Son (S) handled that part of the job.
The parchment paper is put down, the cookie cutters are set in place, and finally the dough is delivered. Here D1 and S delivery the 'goods' to D2 and the two granddaughters waiting at the table.
With the dough rolled out its time for the cookie cutting to begin. What fun it was to see the two young ones all covered with flour and punching out cookies for the very first time!
Son-in-Law (SIL) and S get a moment to rest while the cookie cutting continues.
You all know how hard the job of "Photo Documentarian" can be :) so I take the opportunity for a quick rest. This and bath time (Grandma's job) are one of the few times I'm sitting and don't have a little girl or two in my lap - Not that I'm complaining!
Even Zyla decides it's time for little siesta.
With cookies out of oven and cooled the decorating process can begin. Frosting the cookies and getting the right 'sprinkles' on put the finishing touches on the project.
Everyone helps with the frosting chores. We carefully explain that one of the key tenets of cookie making is that any cookie broken by a real and true accident can be consumed on the spot, but breaking cookies on purpose violates the rules. I'm not entirely certain this bit of confectionery law was carefully adhered to (by anyone) but we had plenty of cookies when we were done so I guess it all worked out.
With frosting underway it was time to start with the sprinkles! In the eyes of a child, as well as some 'big kids' you can never have too many sprinkles!
The final tidbit of cookie making jurisprudence is one we had to watch a bit more carefully. "You can't lick the frosting knife or eat the left-over sprinkles until AFTER the last cookie is done." I think D2 and SIL would have been fine with the more straightforward "You can't lick the frosting knife or eat the sprinkles.", but once Papa had spoken the former into cookie making law, it was too late to rescind it!
When it was all said and done, we ended up with a nice batch of cookies. They tasted great and (thankfully) some were sent home with everyone involved. But the cookies were really just a byproduct: They'll last a few days at most. The memories of another Christmas spent together laughing, doing, and just enjoying family last a lifetime. This is the stuff that 'family' is made of, and we are sooo blessed to have been entrusted with this one. We thank the Lord for what He has given us, and pray we are honoring Him with our care of it.