Flour dust, cookie dough and sprinkles grace the counter tops, while our sweet little daughters watch the sugar cookies bake through the oven doors. The timer goes off and out comes a tray of sugar cookies made by little hands. The farmhouse table is filled with racks of sugar cookies cooling, sprinkles of red, and green is shaken across the cookies and onto the table. Our little puppy stands looking up, waiting for clumsy little hands to drop a cookie or two. Slow days don't come by chance here at our little farmhouse, we create them.
FOR UNTO YOU IS BORN IN THE
CITY OF DAVID A SAVIOUR ,
CHRIST THE LORD!
Merry CHRISTmas, From the Farmhouse.