The soft yet tough dough being rolled on the counter, pushing the roller pin back and forth. To and fro, to and fro. I notice the once hard and rough dough starting to become easier to flatten out as the rolling pin rolls back and forth while I struggle to make the dough even as some parts are more flattened then some of the others, the edges more puffed out with the inside looking flat like paper. The nice, soft, weird oval looking dough is now flattened as much as it could be, the cold and hard metal cookie cutters in the shapes of gingerbread men and women, trees and other shapes that relate to the Christmas holiday that becomes more closer with every passing minute. Only two weeks until Santa comes to our houses to not just leave us gifts but to also taste test our cookies wheather messy or neatly prepared for him, no cookie left behind but devoured and left in Santa’s stomach along with downing a large glass of milk before heading to the next house and repeating the same process again and again until every child and house has their gifts they have looked forward to for a while. The next morning, children of all ages and their parents go down and see the little plate of their best cookies gone with only a few crumbs along with the now empty glass of milk. Happy that Santa ate their best cookie and ready to open their presents to see if their wish was granted and owning their now new item or clothing that have been looking at for quite some time while the parents watch and take pictures of their children's presents while eating some cookies in the morning and then opening some for themselves and seeing some items for the house that they have needed for a bit now. The cookies wrapped in little bags that has their kids name or the parents name just so nobody gets greedy and upset that their cookie is mixed with their other family members cookie bag, the loose sprinkles hitting the bottom of the bag as the rest stay in place, the crumbs joining the sprinkles at the bottom as they might have been halfway into eating their cookie but deciding to save the other half for the next day. Throughout the day, the cookies in each bag or pile are being eaten by their creators and giving their taste buds a break after their thanksgiving dinner from last night with all the gravy, turkey and other things. The plates are covered in cookie crumbs as everyone starts to dig in after getting their parents permission to eat their second favorite cookie and consuming it and putting the plates in the dishwasher that will clean the plate dry and not letting a crumb stay on the surface of the plate. The mess of crumbs and sprinkles left everywhere after the many children eat their beautifully decorated cookies.