The house is full of Christmas cookies now. I can feel their little candy-sprinkle eyes on me when I look the other way, hear their sugary voices. “Jeeeeeeffffffffff…we’re so looooonelyyyyyy.”
Hah. I’m immune to their holiday wiles. No cookies for me today. Nor tomorrow. I am strong. I am not listening.
By the way, did you know that technically, macaroons aren’t cookies?