After some thinking, I realized why Christmas has such a hold me—it’s the hope that comes with the holiday. Christmas drips with hope, and I know of few things that are more powerful than hope. I’m not talking about the “hope” that politicians (on both sides) bandy about during debates and speeches. Rather, I’m speaking of, well . . . actually, I’m talking about different levels of hope. Let me explain.
Cupcakes are funny—they can express both commiseration and joy. I’m not sure if other baked goods have that unique attribute. For example, I feel like a pie is always to celebrate, a cheesecake is either something simply to complete a meal with or something that dulls the sharp edge of a broken heart, and a cookie is for a reward. Although, that last one may be because I’ve been hanging out with my dog too much . . . .