Faiths Christmas Joy
In a tiny, snow-covered cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet forest, Faith stood in her kitchen. The room was alive with holiday cheer and twinkling lights sparkled on the Christmas tree in the corner, and soft music floated from the vintage radio on the counter. Bing Crosby’s warm voice filled the room, blending perfectly with the sweet aroma of freshly baked gingerbread.
Faith, with her long black hair cascading in waves, looked down at the tray of gingerbread cookies she just pulled from the oven. Her red and green dress, trimmed with white fur, shimmered faintly as she leaned closer to inspect her creations. Each cookie was shaped like a tiny person, decorated with smiles made of icing. A scent of cinnamon hinted the air as she worked.
The kitchen was her favorite place during the holidays. Snowflakes danced beyond the frosted windows, and little gingerbread men she already finished stood proudly on the windowsill, like tiny sentinels guarding the magic of the season.
Humming along to the music, Faith carefully placed the fresh cookies on a cooling rack. She picked up a piping bag filled with white icing and began adding delicate designs to their arms and faces. A holly berry clip in her dark hair glinted in the light as she worked, and her porcelain cheeks glowed faintly pink from the warmth of the room.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a chilly gust of wind blew through the cottage. Faith turned to see a pair of curious snowbirds perched on the windowsill. They chirped at her as if drawn by the scent of her cookies. Oh, you like the smell too, don’t you? she giggled, her voice as soft as the falling snow outside. Just wait I’ll set some out for you once they are cool.
Faith reached into a small tin and retrieved a few crumbs of gingerbread from an earlier batch. She sprinkled them onto the windowsill, watching as the birds pecked eagerly at the treat. Their tiny feathers puffed up against the cold, and Faith smiled, feeling the warmth of Christmas in her heart.
Turning back to her cookies, she finished decorating the last gingerbread man with a swirl of green icing. The tray was now a masterpiece of holiday cheer, each cookie a little work of art.
As the music shifted to Jingle Bells, Faith placed her decorated cookies on a festive platter. She glanced around the room at the glowing tree, the snow outside, and the cookies that filled the air with sweetness and felt a deep sense of joy. Christmas was not just about baking or decorating it was about creating moments of magic, warmth, and love.
And in that moment, everything felt just right and perfectly magical.
