One of my favorite parts about Christmas is all the cookies (am I right?). I was able to join this family as they prepare for Christmas. After the shopping is done it was time to make the cookies, all while reliving many years of memories as a child. Brittany recounts…

The smells, sounds, and tastes of Christmases past live vividly in my memory.

When I was a little girl, my mom and I had a tradition of baking Christmas cookies the day after Thanksgiving. It marked the turn of the season for our family as we moved into Advent, which is derived from the latin word adventus, or “coming.” For our family, this tradition stirred our hearts toward Jesus as we waited to celebrate His birth. Or as the song, Oh Holy Night so eloquently says, “Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.”

Steve and I have continued this tradition with our kids, though admittedly, it does not always happen the day after Thanksgiving (real life here people)!

We crack open the same church cookbook from my childhood, and we bake the same exact sugar cookie dough that mom and I rolled out, chilled, cut, baked, and decorated. It’s so nostalgic for me to share these same experiences with my kids and husband.

And while some things may differ – (read: we never had a shiny red Kitchen Aid mixer growing up!) – most things stay the same. We put on Christmas music, spill flour on the floor, eat raw cookie dough (shhh don’t tell any one!), call on our inner bakers and artists to craft beautiful creations, and consume our weight in frosting and freshly baked sugar cookies.

It is one of my all time favorite family traditions, and I am so incredibly grateful that Beth was able to capture the spirit of these moments, the love and laughs we share, and the pure joy of being together to remember the reason for the season.

 

 

 

If you missed their shopping trip check it out here