Ode to Christmas Cookies

First, before I drool too badly into my keyboard professing my love to Christmas cookies, I have to thank my buddy Marie. Marie is a wonderful cook, artist and just all around fabulous gal. She's so loving and generous that you feel like you get a giant hug every time you visit her site.



She awarded me with the honest scrap, an award given to bloggers you feel are honest. As Marie is nothing but truthful, it's a big honor.

Normally I'd choose a bunch of folks, but I'm tired. I'd rather talk about cookies. So first seven people, consider yourself tagged!

Dear Invisible Friends, I must also inform you I'm currently barreling down the road to Shreveport for In-Law Christmas Invasion 2008. My mother-in-law has no idea her kitchen is about to get annexed, her Chihuahua terrorized and her house transformed into the chaos of the Pond. If that's not enough, we're taking the swirl of chaos and clutter to my parents' house on Christmas Eve in Austin. So I may not get to visit ya'll until this weekend. Don't think I don't like you--I just don't have Internet in the backroads of Texas.

I have goats instead.


And now, for the drool...


Ode to Christmas Cookies and How I Love Thee



It's no secret I have a sweet tooth,
that last through out the year.
After all, I'm the sugar fiend,
the pie queen,
the one who can organize an entire social event around baked goods.





From rice krispies to cobbler,
I'm not very picky.
If it's got a bit of icing and some sugary topping,
I'll be more than fine.



But around Christmas, my heart starts dancing,
and my fingers start twitching.
My stomach rumbles and my butt gets to wiggling.
For Christmas means Christmas cookies.



Christmas cookies are different than other cookies, you see.
Whether cut out angels or pushed through a press,
Christmas cookies hold magic in their sprinkles.
Rolled, macarooned, dipped or squished into bars,
Every bite is a tiny burst of holiday joy.



Now I know everyone has their favorites and family traditions,
And I'm still trying to figure out mine.
But as a classy duck you can't deny,
that there's no going wrong with the traditional cut out type.
(Loaded with icing and sprinkles, or gravy as Daddy would say, can't hurt much at all.)

Even non-bakers can love Christmas cookies as much as I do,
With the magic of boxes and bags,
Add some milk and eggs,
Maybe some oil,
And you can come up with your own pans of frivolity.


O tub of dough, how I adore thee.
For you saved my butt the night before the office party.
Instead of measuring, rolling and chilling,
I gave into clever marketing.

I never said I was perfect. And how can you go wrong with a tub o dough?


Oh, ginourmous tub of dough,
How you inspire me.
For I'll barely touch a Christmas cookie now,
Since I can't stop imagining you plastered to my thigh.

But it's ok, o tub of dough,
Not even you can dampen my love of Christmas cookies.
After all, there's more than one cookie in the jar.
I could sample spritz, nibble on peanut butter or go after a nutty-honey mixture.



Slap me together some shortbread,
Pour on the pound cake.
Break out the pies,
Mix up the powered sugar icing.



For you see, dear Christmas cookies,
I've got a little secret of my own.
With seven days until Christmas,
there's a lot of holly jolly to sample,
and a lot of cookies to try.



It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it.

Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! Tomorrow we have a new Kitchen Magic and on Sunday, the third date of the Fuzzy Duck and Rubber Chicken! Christmas is never ending at the Pond!