Froot Loops crunched under her feet, and flour powdered the kitchen, but Granny would not trade places with anyone else in the world. Lisa, her granddaughter, carefully broke up the chocolate pieces in preparation for cookies.
Granny opened the oven to baste the turkeys.
“Why are there two turkeys, Granny?” Lisa asked.
“We are making two dinners, sweetie.” Granny opened the foil on the second turkey and added more water.
“Because it is Christmas, and we are going to give a dinner to the family down the street.” Granny wiped her fingers on a towel and broke a couple of eggs for the cookies.
“Why are we giving it to them?” Lisa jumped off the stool and picked up a couple of wayward chocolate chips.
Ah, the questioning mind of a four years old. Grinning to herself, Granny measured the sugars and added them to the bowl.
“It is something that Jesus would want us to do.” Salt, must remember the salt.
“Why is it Jesus’ birthday?” Lisa scooted the stool closer to her Granny and added the chips to the mix.
“Well, we don’t know exactly when He was born, but people decided that this would be a good time to celebrate it.” Granny let Lisa stir the cookie mix while she checked the turkeys again.
“Why did Jesus come to earth as a baby?” Lisa licked the spoon and chomped on a chocolate chip.
Granny stopped stirring the pot on the stove and looked out the window. No snow, yet.
“Lisa, people are always doing bad things and that hurts God’s heart.”
“But I’m not a bad girl!” Lisa protested.
“No, honey, but do you remember this morning when you told me the fib about spilling the Froot Loops all over the floor?”
Lisa nodded solemnly.
“It hurts God’s heart when we fib.” Granny pulled out the turkeys and set them on the counter. She got out a cookie sheet and got it ready for the cookies.
“But I said I was sorry, Granny.”
“Yes, you did, and I am very proud that you admitted you did it. But the best thing to do was to tell me the truth the first time.”
Lisa thought about this for a moment. “So why did Jesus have to come to earth as a baby?”
Granny thoughtfully stirred the pots again before spooning cookie mix on the pans. She was beginning to think that ‘why’ was The Eternal Question.
“Because God loves us.”
“Yes,” Lisa scooped up some mix and plopped it next to Granny’s scoop. “You tell me that every day.”
“We need to be reminded every day.” Granny put the cookie sheet in the oven, then wrapped one of the turkeys in foil. Looking over the dishes, she took inventory.
Sweet potato casserole, green beans, corn salad, fruit salad, rolls and pumpkin pie. That looked like everything. As soon as the cookies finished baking, Granny put half of the batch on a plate and let Lisa wrap festive plastic wrap around them. Placing everything in a big box, Granny and Lisa put on their jackets.
They put the box in a wagon and pulled it down the street. The sun, bright in the clear sky, didn’t warm the air much. All the houses on the street were brightly decorated, except for the one Granny walked toward. She put the box on the doorstep, knocked, and then hurried away.
“Wait!” A voice called out. The young mother that lived in the house stood on the step, holding the box. Granny and Lisa stopped and looked back. “Why?”
“Jesus loves you!” Lisa called out and they scurried back down the street.
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