If you ask me, it’s a perfect dessert to serve for friends at a party — especially this time of year! By using double shot glasses for the milk and by placing a small cookie over top — it turns into a perfect mini-dessert at a cocktail party! Be sure to bake the cookies nice and fresh so they come out perfectly warmed up for your friends. Not only are they the perfect serving size, but they are also seasonally themed for the holidays and it will bring back so many memories for your guests. Those that celebrate Christmas surly remember the times they put out cookies and milk for Santa!
My Santa Memory:
I must have been about 6-years-old and my family was still living in our New England home… I remember it being a very cold winter in New Hampshire that year. The design of our home had our wood-burning stove downstairs in the basement and our nice decorative fireplace upstairs. So we would hang our stockings at the nice fireplace so they wouldn’t catch on fire. The big Christmas tree was set up in our gigantic sun room that was technically located between the two floors in the back of our house. On Christmas Eve I put out the milk and cookies by the decorative fire place upstairs. Naturally, I was anxious for Christmas to arrive and I woke up very late (probably around midnight) to peek to see if Santa had come yet. I quietly walked down the hallway because I knew my parents were still awake downstairs. I saw that the stockings were stuffed! And the milk glass was empty and the cookies were gone! I ran over to the staircase that over looked the sun room to see if the presents were under the tree. But to my surprise, there were no gifts! I realized this when I was half way down the stair case. I froze in my steps realizing this: the stockings were stuffed, but the Christmas tree didn’t have any presents under it. What the hell was going on!?! And then I realized the most petrifying part: that must mean that Santa is in the house!!!!! I clung to the stairs, completely frozen, and scared that Santa would take my life if he saw that I was out of bed. I think that was the last year I believed in the Jolly ol’ man.
To this day, it’s a pretty funny story. My parents were probably peeing their pants when they saw me clinging to the staircase. I refused to go upstairs, and I refused to go downstairs. I seriously thought that Santa was in the house some where. And for some reason the man that brought so much Christmas cheer to my life was now a serial killer out to get the children who were out of bed! I have been laughing while telling this story to you all. I would love to hear your holiday stories too!