When I was little, making cookies was one of the traditons we did every Christmas.
Something I plan on doing every year. And letting my wee ones go crazy with the sprinkles and frosting, and even those little cinnamon dots. And letting Kiki use the cookie cutters, even though most of our gingerbread men ended up with no feet. Or heads.
Taking one of the few traditions I had growing up, and instead of a downright miserable time decorating cookies, (becasue of my mother's bad attitude about Christmas, and over controlling behavior...) this will be a fun experience for my kids that they can remember.