When I was a kid, my Mom used to bake at least 10 different kinds of Christmas cookies and give everyone she knows a huge pile wrapped in colored plastic wrap. She also used to complain the entire time. Now I understand why.
I made 5 different kinds this year. It's a lot of work. But when I'm elbow deep in chocolate, walnuts and coconut, with flour in my hair I am truly happy. I may not realize right then, like when I can't get the macaroons unstuck from the cookie sheet and have to throw most of them in the trash, but when I look back, I am happy. I think my Mom would be proud that I bake these cookies, using the same recipes she used.
Here's a few pictures: