Skip to main content

Getting Ready for Santa & His Livestock

There's only one thing my kids like more than baking. And that's decorating with sprinkles. Not just any sprinkles; in addition to "regular" sprinkles we have some shaped like tiny cows and others shaped like tiny pigs.


Here they are applying a generous coat of icing to cookies shaped like rocking horses, snowmen or stars, and then dumping on a crunch-adding amount of sprinkles.

These are the perfect cookies to leave for Santa. I guess we'll have to make more since these are already gone!

All three of my kids are really looking forward to Christmas. Morgan's favorite song right now is Santa Claus is Coming to Town. I think she's a little worried that Santa will find out that she broke her Precious Moments figurine, smeared poop on the bed, used up her mother's face cream, and colored on the wall--and those are just yesterday's sins.

Justin made some reindeer food at preschool (oats and glitter) that is to be sprinkled on the lawn Christmas Eve. I bet he's the only kid in his class who will remember to go outside Christmas morning and see if the reindeer enjoyed their snack.

Only farm kids would consider food and water for the reindeer as much of a priority as Santa's cookies. Fortunately, we'll have cookies with the most sprinkles per square inch of any offered Christmas Eve. And we'll have reindeer food, a bucket of water and even carrots for Santa's herd. I just hope pigs like oats with glitter, you know, in case the reindeer don't eat them all.

Comments

  1. What fun you are having...these are the memories you will remember always...some good, some bad LOL Dianntha

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Happily Ever After

Last weekend, in a brief moment of remote control ownership, I tuned into basic cable and saw a very disturbing show called "Rich Bride, Poor Bride." I watched two episodes and didn't see what I would call a "poor" bride--although actually, after they blew their budgets, both brides probably did end up poor. One couple spent about $75,000. They talked her out of having live peacocks at the reception.

That makes me think about my own much simpler but very nice-for-Farmersville wedding over a decade ago. In many ways it was a disaster.

We were engaged for a year and a half; we had plenty of time to plan but fates conspired against us.

By the time we got to the week of the wedding, we had buried two people on the guest list and paid our respects to a distant uncle. One of the people we lost was my husband's grandfather who died Monday, we had visitation Wednesday, funeral Thursday, rehearsal dinner Friday, wedding Saturday. How his grandmother handled it is beyo…

I Know What you Did Last Summer

Good gravy (I have taken up saying this since Husband doesn't curse and I was the only one to blame for our household's junior potty mouths), it's Fall. And I still haven't shown you the before/during/after pictures of my kitchen update.
Before: greenish "marble" laminate counters with a yellowed fluorescent light cover--only one bulb working.
Carbon dating and a close examination of the many knife cuts evident on the laminate surface have led scientists to believe these counter tops date to the early Aquarius period or possibly late Happy Days epoch.
To save money on the almost airline-like add-ons involved in having a big box home improvement chain do this project, we removed the counter tops ourselves. I use the term ourselves very loosely, of course, in that Husband did it.
I thought we were well-prepared. Fortunately, they did not have a box on their billing slip for We Pulled out the Oven and OMGOMGOMG!! The workers even kindly looked away while I frantical…

Weekend Plans Cut Short

I haven't been at my current job long enough yet, apparently, because people still make the mistake of asking me what are you doing this weekend? I say that it is a mistake to ask me about my weekend plans because that question is supposed to be followed with an ordinary answer like going to see a movie or yardwork.
But when you ask me about my weekend plans, you're likely to get an answer like this: well, we'll be pretty busy getting ready for our pig auction. Husband has to give haircuts to 100+ pigs.
Yes, you read that right. Pigs get haircuts. Husband is grooming them for the pig auction (we call it a sale) that we are having on Saturday. In the market for a pig? Head over here.
Pigs have short, coarse hair that in days of old was used to make brushes (and maybe still today). Husband and other pig farmers clip the hair of the pigs shorter to make them look more appealing to potential buyers, who in this case are 4-H kids and parents looking for a hog to take to the count…