The time of the year that is at the end of December brings everybody some joy. It has to do with love and toys and kissing girls or boys. I understand the importance of being a good Christmas supporter, but when you are far away it’s hard to remember, so this for all those who are away for the holiday and I encourage you to go home, so embrace this piece and see what will be going on..

Do you smell the cookies? Do you smell the cake? Do you smell the dessert and food that would be on your plate? It’s starts out with sugar or flour and pouring it into a bowl. You mix ingredients from left to right and pour it like your hypnotized. You embrace the cookie dough smell and place it in the heated oven. Smoke rises when you place the tray on the silver rack, but you close the oven anyway and start on the cake. You get some fresh, unopened box of cake mix and pour it into a big white bowl. You read the ingredientsand follow the recipe like the rat on Rratatouille. You pour it out gently and softly on to a rectangle pan and place under the baked cookies on the silver rack. Beep, beep. The timer for the cookies are done. You pull the oven open to look at the cake, which has grown two sizes already, but it is not finished, so you leave it in there to bake. The cookies smell like great, hot…cookies. With a circular bottom and mini chocolate chips lie inside the cookie waiting to make you crave for more. You take the pan out and place it on the stove letting it rest, and waiting for the screams and cravings of the little boy and girl. You hear the beeper one last time, and open the oven again. The cake smells of rich chocolate, vanilla, and like candle blazing scents around the room. You take it out and place it on the stove. Turning the oven off and shutting it closed you take a silver knife and cut around the cake. You grab a spatula and turn to the cookies and scrape them onto a glass plate. You  leave the cake in it’s pan not wanting it to ruin. You place them both on the rectangular table, and say, “My work here is done.” You finally here the screams of you little kids, uncles, cousin, nieces, etc., as they gather around the table and embrace the great desserts.  Its time to go home for Christmas.