Hi!
As the holiday season rolls in, I’ve been caught up in a whirl of decorating, gift shopping, and of course, planning the perfect holiday. But amidst all this festive frenzy, I found myself pausing, thinking about what these holidays really mean to me.
Opening up the treat box might seem like a small moment in the grand scheme of December’s hustle. But each cookie tells a story—a story of tradition, of love, of memories baked into every bite. Like the ginger in our cookies that reminds me of my grandmother’s kitchen, bustling and warm from the first day of December to the last, as she prepared treats not just for us, but for church gatherings too. She had this way of mixing her heart into the recipes, a pinch of joy in every batch.
This season, I've decided it’s not about the perfect holiday card or the most gifts under the tree. It's about the laughter over burnt cookies and undercooked turkeys, the stories shared with friends not seen nearly enough, and the quiet nights wrapped up in a blanket, watching the snowfall.
And while my Christmas might look different from yours, and yours different from someone else’s, I believe it’s what's in the heart that counts—the love we carry, the joy we bring to those who might not have much to celebrate throughout the year, and the warmth of being with those who have stayed close to us.
So, let’s remind ourselves: it’s okay to step back; don't worry about doing it all. The best parts of the holidays are the unplanned moments, the imperfect gatherings, and the simple joys—like a delicious cookie that tastes just like childhood.
Here’s to a holiday season filled with warmth, laughter, and all the sweetness life has to offer.
From my family to yours, happy holidays!
Kimberley