We just got the call. The frantic call from my beautiful mother-in-law telling us we need to get a few more gifts for extended family. My daughter is of the old Hannah Montana days, so I say, “Mean girl say WHAT!?”
What’s a girl to do when the shopping is done and she has vowed to not step foot into another automatic sliding door until after Christmas? Head to the bank drive through and request $40, two $5 and thirty $1.
I saw this idea on pinterest and leveraged from it, that is what to good ol’ series of tubes is for, right?
The note says:
Gingerbread men with yummy icing, are oh so good and extremely enticing.
I set out to make you a dozen or two, but time ran out, so now what to do?
Instead of the cookies, I tied with a bow, your own personal stash of Christmas dough.
I printed from word, cut out crazily [I don't know where I put my fancy design scissors], and glued to a piece of card stock paper that is double-stick taped to the zipper part of the zip-top bag. That makes complete sense, right? Good! I think my niece and nephew will be pretty stoked to receive cash… and a poem.
PS. Last night I was making my white chocolate cranberry oatmeal cookies and messed up the first step because I was rushing to get them complete before the Texans game. So this poem is actually quite true, except, I didn’t really run out of time, I was rushing to beat time.