woof woof

 

When I was little, my mom read me a book every Christmas Eve about gingerbread bears who popped up off the cookie pan after the lights were turned off and started walking around.  They did lots of sneaky but handy things, including helping to build the dollhouse the father was making his daughter for Christmas, and cleaning up the messy kitchen after a big night of baking (never mind that they were destined for the oven’s fiery jaws).  The whole family thinks the others are doing sweet and secretly helpful things–they don’t know the bears are wandering industriously about the house–and they’re all so happy and loving and filled with the Christmas spirit.  

Later, the bears meet Santa, who gives them all little hearts (red candies stuck to their chests), which makes them become immortal 3D bears who never have to worry about a trip to the oven again.

We’d hoped this might happen with our dogs last night, but unfortunately it did not. 

So we ate them.

 

yum.

 

 

Here’s hoping your cookies help with your chores this year.  Or, if not, that they taste really, really good.