Madeline is scurrying around the kitchen, preparing a Christmas feast. Delightful scents waft through the air. "I wish I would've started earlier," she thinks, grabbing a pan off the counter.
Katelyn walks in to find the kitchen a complete mess. Her mom has flour and, god knows, what smeared across her clothes, face, and hair.
Strolling over, Katelyn scoops a dab of frosting off her mom's face. "You sure get into your work." She laughs.
"Oh, Katelyn, I'm so glad you're home. Katie is going to be here any minute, and I still have so much to do."
"Where do you want me to start?" she asks, grabbing an apron off the hook. "Work on the casserole, and I'll finish these."
Glances at her daughter Madeline says, "You need to hurry."
"I can't go any faster, Mom."
"Can you imagine trying
