I know it's coming when I call home and I hear the clanging of pots and pans in the background.
"You guys baking?"
My mom goes silent for half a second and laughs. "Yes."
My dad, most likely at the stove stirring chocolate sauce or cutting shapes out of cookie dough, calls out from behind her...
Check out the rest of this post over at Prudy's place. We're sharing our favorite Christmas memory.