The Christmas Cookie Sprinkle Snitcher

Along with Christmas stockings and some favorite cookie cutters, a few Christmas stories made it into the giant gear duffel.  I think we did pretty well letting practicality reign for the majority of our packing, but clearly I gave in to nostalgia in the Christmas department. Really, just a little . . . and no one seems to be complaining. 
So here are a few that we (I) couldn't do without: The Night Before Christmas, this sweet little Advent book I bought Elsa last year, and a German Christmas baking/story book from our year in Munich.

Lovely, and normal.  Then there's this beloved weirdo,  The Christmas Cookie Sprinkle Snitcher.  I don't think many people have heard of this one- I certainly had not until I met Erik.  It was a favorite in his family and apparently out of print for many years until 2010, when it was reborn.  Our copy is a taped  and yellowed original bought by my mom on Ebay a few years ago, with a stamp on every third page or so that says "John Dewey Library, Johnson State College, Johnson Vermont". 

The plot is pretty self-evident from the title, but the refrain that gets stuck in our heads is:

"Christmas cookies without sprinkles

Are like raisins without wrinkles

And like sleigh bells without tinkles

Are Christmas cookies without sprinkles."

Well, since Elsa's initiation into the Snitcher cult three weeks ago, she has demanded it at least twice daily and pretty much has it memorized.  I will end this post with a reading, to satisfy your curiosity and show you what a fine work of literature this is.