I should probably know this as an American. But I just don’t understand the whole Christmas cookies thing.
When I was five my mom revealed that Santa didn’t exist. She made me swear not to tell my Christmas-celebrating friends. Every time a friend mentioned Santa I would smirk, but play along. It’s not easy being a Jewish kid in a Christian world, but that little nugget of truth made me feel special during the red and green take over of December.
I like decorating trees. I like reindeer lawn scenes. I like eggnog. But I just don’t understand the cookie obsession this time of year.
Did it start with Santa’s present of milk and cookies?
Is it as an excuse to turn the oven on to warm a cold house?
I just don’t know. And would love to learn why.
(Photo: Greatest Time of the Year)