“Baking sugar cookies in January?” Angela asked. “Bold move.”
“And why not?” Ray replied. “They don’t have to be just for Christmas. I didn’t make any Christmasy shapes.”
True, the cookies were instead in the shapes of snowflakes and snowmen. And it was also true that their two sons and daughter had thoroughly enjoyed decorating the cookies with icing in all sorts of colors. Colors that real snowflakes certainly were not found in, as they drifted from clouds.
“Well,” Angela said, “it made for a fun activity, that’s for sure. With three snow days in a row, they had to be entertained to keep them from becoming savages.”
“Thank goodness they all like playing in the snow. It’s a great way to wear them out for part of the day.”
“And you’re good to play with them out there.” Angela placed her forearms on her husband’s shoulders, with her hands clasped behind his head, and her eyes were warm as they took him in. “And they look like they’re wearing you out, too.”
“Some, yeah.” He chuckled with the admission. “But I had enough energy to make dinner and cookies.”
Angela kissed him. “Any energy left for me?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you want to go play in the snow? It’s awfully cold out there at night.”
“Hell, no.” She shivered. “I’m talking about playing in bed. Since they’re all passed out, it’s time for us to play.”
“Mmm,” he hummed and kissed her. “I like the sound of that.”
“I knew you would. Because I’m going wear you out.”
Angela picked up two sugar cookies, then grabbed his hand, and she yanked him toward the stairs, toward their bedroom.
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