It is an annual tradition to decorate cookies at Mom and Bill’s house. Lots of cookies, and then some. My brother Mark and I were fortunate enough to arrive on the 23rd in time to decorate the whole batch with Mom. After many years, we have noticed a pattern that emerges while we are in the midst of our decorating fervor. At first, cookies are decorated with intricate artistry.

The next stage is to start “customizing” cookies. This starts with family members and significant others, then regresses into beloved pets and then, pets who are no long with us. For example:

This leads to the cramping of the hand and then the factory-style, mass production of cookies.

The final stage is the cynicism, in which Mark and I try to outdo each other in the “Ugly Cookie” category. I give you:

The Cookie of Unmentionable Color

The Overloaded Cookie

Lumpy Smile (a personal favorite)

Marky and I took some of photos with the cookies that had personal significance.

I hope your Christmas was joyful. Mine certainly was!