I haven’t written much lately. It’s been six months since I last posted on this blog. I resolved to write more, staring right now. And right into the new year.

My winter break begins today. I turned in grades on Sunday. I had a couple meetings to round out my semester–preparing for next semester. And I gave my office and home a thorough cleaning.

I had a 3 a.m. wake-up to head to the airport today. Last night, though, I stayed up late baking chocolate chip cookies. I had this idea that I would deliver homemade cookies to the hard-working people I met along my journey, my version of spreading Christmas cheer.

I put the cookies on red paper plates with a white snowflake pattern. I sealed them with plastic wrap and tucked them in a paper bag. I decided I would let the spirit move me as I selected recipients.

First delivery: the woman who checked in my Hertz rental car at 0-dark-30 this morning. Merry Christmas.

As my bag passed through the security scanner, the TSA agent pulled it off the conveyer belt and opened it. She looked inside and smiled. She closed it then opened it again and sniffed and smiled. I offered the agents cookies. The woman said they weren’t allowed to accept them.

Now I’m at my gate. The crew on my Southwest Airlines flight will get a plate of cookies. And the crew on my connecting and final flight will get cookies, too.

I had already delivered cookies over the last week, to the folks at my local post office, who are always friendly and helpful. I gave cookies to Fran, the woman who delivers my mail. I offered cookies to the people at the realty agency who look after my home. I took cookies to the local diner where I frequently grab a bite and take a break from campus. And at my last meeting of the semester on Monday, I gave cookies to a colleague, a lovely human being, who’s been a great support to me this past semester.

Personal. Homemade. Sweet. The perfect recipe for sharing love and Christmas cheer.

Merry, Merry.

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