Ghost of cookies and cakes past

By Mike Cox.

With apologies to Charles Dickens, what haunts me as Christmas approaches each year is the Ghost of Cookies Past and its fellow chain-rattler, the Ghost of Cakes Past. In addition to enjoying pleasant childhood memories of 1950s and early ‘60s-vintage Christmases, back before tree lights twinkled and Santa had a smart phone, I can still smell my grandmother’s fresh-from-the-oven sugar cookies.
 
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