Can You Eat Too Many Cookies at Christmas? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Dec 28 2025	Views/Reads: 0/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
No amount of trouble can rob me of rejoicing in the Lord. Everything I have is a gift from the Lord, and I’m going to appreciate it the rest of my life.

Christmas was over, and the house began to quiet down in a good way.
Don't get me wrong, I love the noise when all the family is together. 
It is a good feeling to be with your family during this wonderful 
holiday season. I love the energy! 

I enjoy the presents and watching the family opening theirs, but I
especially love the holiday feasts prepared by The Gracious Mistress of 
the Parsonage. 

There was only one time when she really messed up. That was when she had
broccoli at the holiday feast. Nothing is more disgusting to me than 
seeing broccoli on the table. She only did it once, for which I am most 
grateful. 

Someone might ask what my favorite item on the table was. I would reply
by saying, the item that is in my mouth at the time. 

This Christmas season, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage baked a
truckload of cookies and shared them with friends and neighbors, who 
greatly appreciated them. 

The only problem with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage baking
cookies is that I'm in the same house, and the smell infiltrates every 
room. 

I can be in my office, busy on a project, when suddenly the most
fascinating aroma fills the room: cookies baking in the kitchen. 

There is a very strict rule in our house about cookies: I can have only
one, and only if The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage gives it to me. 
Otherwise, it is a forbidden fruit. 

Every so often, she will slip me a second cookie, and I'm so
appreciative of that small gesture. 

The great thing about our family coming together for Christmas dinner is
that there are so many of us. With the little ones always very noisy, I 
try to stir up that noise as much as possible—after all, isn't that a 
grandfather's job? 

Amid all the holiday noise, I sneak a cookie. If The Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage doesn't catch me, it's okay—or so I think. 

I must confess that eating these cookies is not my fault. After all, if
the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage did not make so many delicious 
cookies, I wouldn't be tempted. In short, my eating cookies is not my 
fault but hers. 

I've tried several times to explain this to her, but she still doesn't
buy it. Her idea is that I can only have a cookie if she hands it to 
me. 

During the holiday festivities, with all the noise, I can sneak cookies
whenever I want. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is so focused 
on the family, especially the great-grandchildren, that I can get away 
with it. So, if I get away with it, it's all right. Right? 

As our family festivities began, I noticed the stash of cookies the
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had baked. The grandchildren love 
her cookies. 

As the festivities begin, I asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
if I could give some cookies to the grandchildren. After all, I 
explained, she was too busy to do this. 

I must say I caught her by surprise, and because she was busy with
something else, she just said, “Okay, but remember, no cookies for 
you.” 

With a big smile on my face, I picked up a plate of cookies and took
them around to the grandchildren. There was so much activity that I 
began eating a cookie now and then. I made sure the plate was in front 
of one of the grandchildren before I picked up a cookie. I think I 
covered my tracks pretty well. 



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