Then I sent the Quiet Man and his posse off for delivery. Check.
This year I went back for more beautiful red boxes, but there were none to be had. Isn't that the way it always works when you find something you love?
But I did find these fun Christmas tree baking pans.
It is a foregone conclusion that on a chilly December night, everyone on planet earth on would like a warm cinnamon roll, frosted in creamy maple icing. When I'm done baking, I never ever deliver the goods. It would be like an author peeking over the shoulder of an editor reading his latest manuscript. I'm completely smitten with whatever I just baked, and I'm afraid I'd even hold on to my creation a bit too long, and stare longingly as I gave it away. So it's probably better if I stay home licking the spatula, in the kitchen, where I truly belong. My delivery team was at the ready. And every one of my neighbors got warm, fresh cinnamon rolls. They were all home. Isn't that a Christmas miracle?
My Sister Michelle's Best Ever Sugar Cookies