Every Christmas, dad makes his mom’s wonderful Molasses cookies. And this year was no different. Accept….we’re here now and we’re older, sooooooooooo we figured we could help.
But would he let us? Nooooooo. Not him. He kept turning his back on us, and telling us to move.
Now really, it’s NOT that we were hoping that something would fall. But if it did, we have promised to help keep the floors spotless (except for our sometimes muddy feet) So it would be our responsibility to catch it before it hit the floor.
We are doing all that we can to be sure Santa doesn’t miss our house tomorrow night.
Wishing you good baking, clean floors and a house filled with joy. Aunt Maria and H are coming today, so at least the joy part is gonna happen here.
Merry Christmas, today and tomorrow and tomorrow again.
Santa’s little helpers,
Annie and Quigley
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