I wish Christmas gifts were defined as ‘cookies of any shape, size and flavor’ to include:

• Grandma Powell’s iced honey cookies
• Darin’s oatmeal chocolate chip
• Ruth’s lemon bars
•  Jacquie’s shortbread
• Mary Catherine’s butterscotch bars
• My own buttery sugar cookies
• Vera’s banana raisin oatmeal
• Mother’s refrigerator cookies

One bite and I would be there, watching:

• Grandma rolling the dough and me cutting the rectangles in her tiny kitchen
• My son making the dough into balls and giving me one with a smile
• Ruth opening her cookie containers in the church foyer
• Me diligently watching Jacquie’s cookies so they don’t brown
• Mary Catherine passing the plate laden with scrumptiousness
• Cookies cooling just enough to enjoy a warm one with a glass of milk
• Carolann stirring up Vera’s recipe and sneaking me a spoonful
• Mother wrapping cookies in wax paper for me to take to Daddy in the field

Yes, cookies would be quite enough for me for Christmas.