Chapter Nine
Winter- Quiet Inner HappinessGingerbread aroma filled the whole house, and the smell-snake crept into every corner; Christmas88 was approaching, unstoppably. We lighted a sandalwood incense and set sliced orange circles on the heaters.
“Just no glitter, please!” Andor said, passing through the kitchen. Not noticing our work of art, he grabbed a plate of food so quickly from the fridge that only his warning stayed with us a moment later.
We will try; we smiled at each other with Bella. She was my loyal helper. Making gingerbread cookies was our family ritual, and we kept our beloved tradition during the years. The day before, we prepared the dough, let it rest all night, and on the day of baking, we put all the decorations into small bowls.
This was the most exciting part.
