Mrs. Santa's Magical Cookies
  • 1½ cups white sugar.
  • The giggle from an elf
  • 2 cups of brown sugar
  • Found high on a shelf.
  • 1 pound of sweet butter
  • A reindeer’s shy wink,
  • Three eggs freshly chosen,
  • Fairy Dust colored pink,
  • 1½ teaspoons salt
  • A wish from a child,
  • 1½ teaspoons soda,
  • One griffin smile-wild.
  • 6 cups of white flour,
  • One gallon of joy
  • The twinkle that’s found
  • in a small girl or boy.
  • 2 cups nuts if you like them,
  • if not, leave them out.
  • 6 cups chocolate chips.
  • Remove all signs of doubt.
  • 2 tablespoons vanilla
  • A huge dash of love,
  • A sprinkle of peace
  • From the wings of a dove.
  1. Cream the butter and sugars, ten minutes for sure,
  2. Mix in the giggle and winks, add the eggs and beat more.
  3. Add salt, soda, flour, fairy dust and the wish,
  4. The griffin’s sweet smile and beat well - What a dish!
  5. Add the chips and vanilla, and nut if you will,
  6. Scoop with small ice cream scooper and your cookie sheets fill.
  7. Bake 350 degrees, 7 minutes ‘til done,
  8. Eat with love, joy and peace and have bundles of fun!
About four years ago, in the month of December, my family and I were at the Heber Valley Railway Station enjoying the sites and sounds of the old rail station turned museum, when something amazing happened. A sky full of snow danced down from the heavens. "From outside came the sounds of hissing steam and squeaking metal. I looked through [the] window and saw a train standing perfectly still." Everyone rushed outside to the old platform to see a wondrous train, hung with the holly and the ivy, and garland. I looked at the engine and tried to read the big, white letters but could not make them out amid the steam. We all marveled at the site, wondering what to happen next? Was the train for us? Where would it take us? As we all talked and wondered at the mystery and the magic, a shadow, hidden in the steam, was seen to emerge from the front car of the train. Though most everyone stepped back, not knowing who or what it was, one little girl stood still without fear, looking with wonder at the shadow as it stepped out from the mist to reveal a nice old man, dressed in a conductor's uniform, a warm smile, framed in wrinkles, sitting on his face. He looked like he could be anyones favorite grandpa. He patted the child on her head, then looked at the crowd. "Well? You all coming?" he asked. "Where?" the girl asked. "Why, to the North Pole, of course!" He said, joy pulsing from his being. "This is the Polar Express!" I would be lying if I said we all jumped on board without hesitation, but the conductor's warm smile reassured us. What followed is best documented in Chris Van Allsburg's "The Polar Express." As you may remember in the book, cookies and hot chocolate were served, and truly magical cookies the were, as they were made by Mrs. Santa herself. So delicious were those cookie that I could not help but ask for the recipe. After a few minutes, a grandmotherly woman, dressed in a red winter dress, trimmed in white, walked into the car. She came up to me, looked me over, and smiled. "A cook's heart, pure and good, always striving for the perfect cookie and cake and showing his love and friendship with his cooking. Here you are, young man." and she gave me a red card with a recipe on it, and she walked away. The Polar Express is about faith, and the power of imagination to sustain faith. It's also about the desire to reside in a world where magic can happen, the kind of world we all believed in as children, but one that disappears as we grow older.” - Chris Van Allsburg