Holiday Happiness.

Some of my first and happiest memories of my childhood are cooking in the kitchen with my mom. My mother is the one that I attribute my love and passion of food and cooking to. My mother loved cooking elaborate dinners for the family on Christmas. She would wake up before the sun came up to start on the brunch for the family, before she even started cooking the dinner. Although, before the actual day of Christmas came, it was clearly Christmas eve. Todays post is dedicated to the many years that my mother would make Christmas cookies cookies with me the night before Christmas. I was the youngest out of the three siblings, and I was always in charge of leaving the cookies for Santa. Thinking about it today, it really makes me laugh. Santa would always eat every last cookie too! I love the holidays, and the fun silly traditions. So while I was thinking of my happy memories from my childhood, I took some photos to honor them. My santa's cookie stack. So cute.