Remember my thanksgiving post here about what I loved for Thanksgiving? Well, the same is set for Christmas except for one thing: baking.
It must be in our Scottish blood for the ladies to bake at Christmas. All day (unless we're at work) Every day. Up until baby J's b-day. For YEARS we have sucked our friends and neighbors in on the baking action too. The Purser house (and now my own too) smells of cinnamon, sugar, nutmeg, spices and Christmas tree all season long. And believe me, you won't hear the Hubbs complain. Especially when the peanut butter is pulled out for a recipe. Oh no-sir-ee. I swear he has a peanut butter detector. He practically wiggles with the thought of warm peanut butter-y goodness in his mouth. Sometimes there's drool. Sometimes. Hehe.
Needless to say, our house is filled to the gills with yummies. And everyone knows yummies = people. It's like the movie Field of Dreams "if you build it, they will come". Well, "if you bake it, they will find a way to your house and eat it all!"
I love the fact that my mom taught her daughters how to bake. I love that I can satisfy my husband in the kitchen (no, not like that sicko). I want to teach my children all the recipes that have been handed down to me from my Grandma and I want my house to be filled with laughter, children and fun just like mine was growing up. Christmas brings all that back. All the sleepovers, the pillowfights, practical jokes, present wrapping, and Christmas light stringing and of course the magic of Christmas.
This post is dedicated to my sister, Annie. For all the wonderful times at home growing up. And for all the special memories we will make with our own families - just in time to celebrate Jesus' Birthday.