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I spent ten Christmas Eves in a row working various retail jobs, everything from barista to Barnes and Noble. The holiday season started the day after Thanksgiving, with mile long lines continuing to Christmas Eve at 4pm, when the store gates finally clanged shut and stayed that way for one whole day. Work shifts in December were spent answering the constantly ringing phone, running around the store trying to find would-be presents, standing at the cash register hour upon hour swiping credit cards, dreading every 30 minutes when Paul McCartney’s Wonderful Christmastime would come on again, and cleaning up gigantic messes left by frantic customers. Then, at last, the night before Christmas, when the store gate was shut (although often people were begging outside it: please, can I buy just 1 pound of coffee? I just need one more book for my sister-in-law, will you let me in?) all the employees would feel that smack of exhaustion, the same one that comes at the end of finals week, when you are finally driving home for spring break. It would take hours to clean the store, and almost everyone could feel a serious cold coming on. Someone would order a pizza, and we’d munch in silence before taking off to our various celebrations, usually arriving sneezing and crazy-eyed, just wanting to crash into a bed.

I’ve now had ten years off on Christmas Eve. It is spent at home, quietly listening to holiday music, baking a batch of cookies, snuggling with my little ones watching White Christmas, and heading to my parent’s house early for festivities. I have a no-shopping on Christmas Eve rule for myself, but I must admit I feel something lacking each year without the craziness. The month of December doesn’t feel as sparkly and exciting to me without all the noise, the crowds of people, Mariah Carey singing Christmas songs through loud speakers all day long, racing up and down stairs trying to find books for exasperated customers. The thing I didn’t want to make the holiday about has now ended up defining the holiday to me. Those formative years of my teens and twenties, working hard all December long now shape how I need Christmas to feel to me as an adult. I can’t escape that, somehow.

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I remind myself each year that just because something feels a certain way, it doesn’t mean that’s how it actually is. This is usually easier said than done. As a parent, I now determine how the holiday will look for my children. I start traditions and routine both for enjoyment and for recognition. I see my kids feeling so many things, and getting swept up in what makes Christmas so exciting. But my mission as a caretaker is more than that. It’s to teach what the reason behind this month long, money-spending, jingle-belling really is. At the very core, it’s to look to others, to give with no expectation of getting anything in return, and to remember that we all belong to each other, all of us, across this spinning round snow globe that’s so easily shaken. No matter how the actual days of December end up shaping my two little ones, I want them to still always be able reach past how they feel, and know, deep down, the joy and hope of Christmas, and their capacity to bring it everywhere they go. “If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.” —Lucy Larcom

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Chocolate Chip Cookies

The kids really wanted to leave some cookies out for Santa this year (our first year doing so), so we made these chocolate chip cookies, among others. You can find the recipe on Bread in 5 – they are from my book, but Zoe has such a pretty post up with them, I’m going to send you there.

We were given the tent and the tree skirt from Minted. Both my children have plans to sleep in it by the tree this year (another first) but we’ll see if that actually happens. It’s a gorgeous tent, and they have spent many hours reading and playing in it. (It’s also a good place to teach the kids about the history of our country, as well as to take time to read about Native Americans and what it was like to live in our own state of Minnesota before white settlers appeared. This book is a good starting point.)

I’ve also got some Holiday playlists up on Spotify if you need some tunes today and tomorrow! Holiday 2016, Quiet Holiday, and Classic Christmas. Also, if you are looking for some lovely, folksy Christmas music, check out Eustace the Dragon or Wild Child.
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7 Responses to chocolate chip cookies (for leaving out for santa, or breakfast the next day)

  1. Well Written Sarah, it was a pleasure to read this.

  2. Those cookies look perfect, exactly how I like them.

  3. […] can find Sarah Kieffer’s post for these cookies HERE.   You can find the original recipe & full making instructions […]

  4. jessica says:

    I recently purchased your book and love everything I’ve tried! Last night I made the chocolate chip cookies. I plan on making another batch tonight for a friend who has requested cream filled chocolate chip cookies for his birthday. I am planning to make this batch a smaller size. I am going to make the dough ahead of time and put it in the refrigerator. I am wondering if they will need to go in the freezer since the dough will already be chilled? Have you ever made the batter ahead of time?

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