As I think of Christmas as a child, thumbprint, butter and candy cane cookies come to mind. We would go on our annual holiday trip to Illinois and arrive to plates and a freezer full of my Grandma Betty's Christmas cookies. My mom has continued the cookies and now the boys are helping me make them.
When Erik asked me why there was a 'green alien in my cookie' I thought he was attempting another sexual joke...then I took a closer look.