As a kid I remember making cookies at Christmas time. I remember making them at my aunt's house and having the power go out. I remember making them with Ross and Nate in the kitchen and making a gigantic mess. Christmas is one of the only times we make cookies, or anything sweet for that matter, besides for birthdays. Because we only make them at Christmas, it's something we remember. It's something I remember. We'll decorate them tomorrow and we'll eat them for the next week, and then there will be few cookies in our house until Christmas comes around again.
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