Christmas baking

I usually bake quite a lot of things for the holidays, but this year I'm not feeling so up for it. Our pup, Quinn had to be put down recently as he had Stage V Lymphoma. It was in his bone marrow and he was in pain. What it really sad, it is that two weeks ago he was fine. No symptoms. The diagnosis was totally unexpected. It makes it that much more devastating.

Perhaps I should bake though. He usually was at my feet while I was doing things around the kitchen. Perhaps doing so this year would be in honor of him.

Fudge, cookies, bars, pretzels, cinnamon rolls, and much more. Perhaps I'll reduce the number of items, but I'll still do something.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A new car loan for a hybrid

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
2 new lenses

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
3 broken appliances

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
4 minute backrubs

On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
5 dirty rooms

On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
6 puppies farting

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
7 broken dishes

On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
8 muddy paw prints

On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
9 am wake up

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
10 pairs of earrings

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
11 bags of candy

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
12 bottles of water