For thirty-something years, the sticky bun lady has delivered her treats to my house. It started when her girls were preschoolers in my class. Every Christmas Eve she would arrive, much like Santa. She never missed a year.
I was sure this year would be different, but it wasn’t. Another delivery. The tradition has not been broken.
We started to get together on Christmas Eve, but of course we could not this year. Instead we met on Zoom. It was wonderful. The tradition lives on. We caught up and we reminisced. They fondly remember paper bag owls from my classroom many years ago, and much more.
Thank you Sticky Bun Lady! You made my Christmas Merry.