As a child, the wonder of this season had so many highs — tours of Christmas lights, presents, delicious treats. Baking sugar cookies, perched on the fold-out stool of my Grannie's kitchen, was something I was always delighted to do each year. Now that I've given up the tale of Santa Claus and embraced this season full of love for what it truly means to me, I've realized all that wonder was simply a time so full of traditions I had no idea had grown so dear to me.
For years I've stepped determined into my own kitchen in attempt to recreate the taste my of childhood holidays with my Grannie's sugar cookie recipe – the light as air and full of butter kind. I've stepped in determined and failed – a lot.