Seek Sweet and Pursue It

I vividly recall a crisp Christmas morning not yet warmed by the sunrise.  Festive flannel pajamas, shocking bedhead, and furry slippers on our eager feet, my brother and I perched ourselves impatiently atop the stairs leading from our bedrooms to the Santa-kissed space below.  My dad,  his grin rivaled only by the Abominable Snowman himself, fiddled with the camcorder to record our surprise.  My mom popped her head into the stairwell. 

"Are you ready?!" she asked. She always looked sparkly and chipper in the mornings despite her bemusement with the AM hours.  

I pressed my little hand onto my brother's knee in hopes to gain a head start on the imminent race down the stairs.  

No luck. He spun into a holiday whirlwind towards the mountainous pile of gifts left by that elusive man in the suit. My own tower of magic quickly distracted me from his victory in our stairwell race.

Glitter, shine, cranberry red, the luminescence of the tree, crinkling of paper, crackling in the fireplace, laughter, ribbons unwound, the sun yawned and stretched its way through the windows, Bing Crosby hummed in the background, and above all of that joy rose the most glorious scent. 

There are few breakfasts fit to compete with the spicy, gooey, decadent experience of the classic cinnamon roll.  Every Christmas morning memory I have is cheerfully laden with their taste and aroma. 

As I've graduated into adulthood, the recipe has grown with me.  Caramel or frosted, sticky and sweet, they are still best enjoyed with the people who make Christmas what it's meant to be. 

                                                                                      (We see you, Beau!!)

May your year be just the right amount of sweet and spicy, based on faith, and filled with family (including the furry ones!). 

Psalm 34:14

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