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  • Grandpa's drop cookies

  • Today is Christmas. Today is a day of joy. It is the culmination of giving, receiving, and celebration.



    During the past few weeks, many joys have blessed my family. The first came from my mom.

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  • Today is Christmas. Today is a day of joy. It is the culmination of giving, receiving, and celebration.
    During the past few weeks, many joys have blessed my family. The first came from my mom. 
    Last Christmas, mom made a pillowcase doll for each of the great-granddaughters. What makes these dolls so unique is my mom’s embroidered handiwork around the hem of the pillowcase.
    These young great-granddaughters may not remember great grandma, but the doll will always remind them.
    When UPS dropped the box at our front door, I got excited about Christmas and the pillowcase doll, which was surely inside. Mom had decided, even though Kelsey is a granddaughter, to make her a doll, too.
    I unwrapped the box, and reached inside to find a beautiful hand embroidered doll. Mom had embroidered the doll’s dress with purple and green thread. I was so happy for Kelsey to have something from grandma. I laid the doll under the tree.
    When I reached into the box, I found two envelopes addressed to Josh and Jeremy. Mom and dad had purchased a restaurant gift card for each grandchild.
    I placed the cards under the tree. When I picked up the box to dispose of it, I noticed a plastic bag on the bottom.
    As I lifted the Ziploc bag out of the box, my heart was moved. Inside the gallon plastic bag, were six of my grandfather’s special drop cookies.
    The smell of the cookies brought a flood of memories. I had to sit down.
    I looked out my patio window and imagined Grandpa’s farm. It was winter and snow was everywhere, from the top of grandpa’s corn field, down through the meadow, and into the creek.
    It was Christmas Day and we were on sleds, on the road in front of Grandpa’s house. Grandpa’s road sloped down to the east, which made a great hill for sledding.
    We were racing, from Grandpa’s house at the top of the road, down past Metzler’s farm, the Millers’ house, nearly past the stone mill, to the covered bridge.
    Every Christmas, the family came to grandpa’s – mom, her four siblings, their spouses, and children. Grandpa lived alone. Grandma had passed away at the age of 35, when grandpa took over, with five little children.
    A few weeks before Thanksgiving, Grandpa, who raised turkeys, began the process of preparing turkeys for sale. Everyone knew Grandpa had the finest turkeys, and he always saved the best turkey for his own family.
    And that turkey was in Grandpa’s oven, when we arrived. Everyone brought food, so we had plenty to eat.
    Dessert was put aside, and we hurriedly crowded into Grandpa’s living room, around the potbelly stove. There was an order to Christmas day.
    Page 2 of 2 - It was in the living room, after dinner, that we exchanged our $2 gifts. Two dollars went a long way, back then.
    I received a bracelet, from my cousin, which made me feel like I was rich, when I put it on.
    After the gift exchange, we’d go outside to play and eventually end up sledding down the hill. Until we were so wet, we’d return for dessert.
    We’d shed the wet clothes, gloves, hats, and boots, and hurry to the kitchen. We all knew the drop cookies would be waiting for us.
    And this, is where I will close for 2012.
    Whether you have drop cookies in front of you, a new bracelet, a gift card, or similar joys of Christmas, may you be blessed on this very sacred day, the day of His Holy birth and throughout, a beautiful new year.
    This is my prayer for you.
    Love, Diane
     
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