We picked up a load of hay tonight. As we backed our truck into the open barn door we could see the youngest Mennonite son, with his shiny blonde hair, and huge grin, eagerly waiting for us to step out. He handed my husband this gorgeous plate of Christmas cookies.
This is the real thing, Christmas. The unexpected giving, and the warm feelings that go along with it.
I’ll share the cookie types with you. So far, there were Ritz crackers with peanut butter in the middle, chocolate covered. Spritz cookies with pecans and raspberry middles. And last, but not least, nothing like a wonderful buckeye (peanut butter ball covered in chocolate).