The Christmas season when I turned 12, I did our holiday baking in its entirety. I guess it was the year that recipies and baking really "clicked" for me, because I must have made at least eight or ten different kinds of cookies (if not more). I was happily occupied and immensely proud of myself.
Sadly, I've never repeated that performance. Above, you see the only cookies I have made so far. I have a hunch they might even stay the only ones... And no, I also haven't crafted all the gifts I was so excited about back in October and I haven't written a single Christmas card. If money was not an object, and everyone on my list had an excellent sense of humor like me, I'd consider these babies. But alas... at least now I can eat cookies while procrastinating.