so last monday, i set aside the entire day to bake my bumper crop of christmas cookies. i made four different kinds. took me the better part of the day. then i divided them amongst three recipients, near and far.

later that day, i dispatched them across the country via a variety of methods, including hand delivery. the reactions i received varied. they want something like this:

from the recipient that was furthest away, i received a “mmmmmerry christmas” text, in appreciation of my goodwill.

from the recipient that was closest, i.e., my boyfriend, i was told i really should be selling my baked goodness. i’d make a fortune. (okay, sure, he’s biased, but still…)

from the recipient to whom i delivered the goods personally, i received the most heartfelt gratitude. an email extolling his thanks.

and from the recipient upstate, for whom i’ve only baked on one other occasion, and for whom i’ve custom designed other gifts in the past? what gushing of gratitude did he have for me? how did he thank me, you ask?

nary a word. i gave him the entirety of the week, and, nothing. *crickets*

well! guess who doesn’t get cookies next year?

because, yeah – a simple ‘thank you’ was really all i wanted.

merry fucking christmas.