Cold

As the warmth of the laptop radiates into my legs I find myself remembering past holidays. I had a sudden memory last night of the Christmas cookies my Grandma Bates used to bake. All the cookies packed into 4qt ice cream containers before being put out onto the porch or down to the freezer. Then there was two batches of everything. One regular batch of cookies, and one sugar free batch for Grandpa who was diabetic (adult onset). Those were good holidays.