Cookies have been part of celebrations long before the first  Christmas. After Pope Julius declared December 25 as Christmas in 350 A.D.,  Christians adopted cookie baking as part of the Christmas celebration.  
There are many traditions inherited and adopted by Americans  and the Christmas cookie is another one.  The Christmas cookie actually came  from the Dutch word koekje, which means "small cake." It was the Pennsylvania  Dutch who first introduced holiday cookies to America.  The rest of the  Europeans continued to bake when they came to the United States introducing many  treats that we enjoy today.  We can thank Sweden for the spritz cookies topped  with sugar crystals, Scotland for their shortbread, Greece for their Baklava and  the Russian for their powdered sugar tea cakes.  The German cookies, lebkuchen  and springerle are favorites.  Many of the Christmas cookie recipes we enjoy  today came from European countries; each carrying generations of folklore and  legend. 
 Christmas Cards 
No one is  sure where the tradition of sending Christmas cards first started. Some say it  began in England, where schoolchildren away from home would write to their  parents 
reminding them that the gift-giving time would soon be near.  The first known artist to create a Christmas card was John Calcott Horsley, who  designed a card for Sir Henry Cole, a London museum director.  Sir Henry Cole  decided that it would be easier to send pre-made cards than to labor over  individual greetings, as he had done as a child. Sir Henry had 1000 cards  printed and sold them for one shilling each.  At first, only the wealthy could  afford them, then later less-expensive printing soon became available.  Queen  Victoria loved the idea and soon it became quite fashionable. By the 1850s,  Christmas cards were a well established tradition.     
Christmas cards did not become popular in America until the 1870s when Louis Prang, a German immigrant who owned a small Massachusetts print shop, designed and printed such beautiful cards that he became known as, "father of American Christmas cards." The cards were favorable, but impractical to produce. By the end of the nineteenth century, less expensive cards were taking over and Prang was forced out of business. Before WWI, many of the cards sold in America came from Germany. After the war, the Christmas card business flourished. Today, over two-and-a-half billion Christmas cards are exchanged every year!
Christmas cards did not become popular in America until the 1870s when Louis Prang, a German immigrant who owned a small Massachusetts print shop, designed and printed such beautiful cards that he became known as, "father of American Christmas cards." The cards were favorable, but impractical to produce. By the end of the nineteenth century, less expensive cards were taking over and Prang was forced out of business. Before WWI, many of the cards sold in America came from Germany. After the war, the Christmas card business flourished. Today, over two-and-a-half billion Christmas cards are exchanged every year!
The Legend of the Christmas Tree   
 There once  was a poor woodcutter who lived with his family deep in the forest. On Christmas  Eve they sat down for dinner when they heard a knock at the door.  There stood a  child in torn and ragged clothes, pale and hungry. The woodcutter invited the  child in for food even though they did not have much to share and gave him a bed  to rest.  The woodcutter and his family prayed to God, thanking him for a warm  and safe place to live. In the early morning they awoke to the most beautiful  singing they had every heard.  They went to the window and saw the orphaned  child standing with a choir of angels singing a lovely Christmas carol.   The  child was no longer wearing the tattered clothing but dressed in a magnificent  robe surrounded by a glowing light.   When the child saw the woodcutter and his  family he said, "I am the Christ Child, I have received your kindness and now  this is my gift to you." He broke a branch from a small fir tree and planted it.  He told them,  "From this day forward, this tree shall bear fruit at Christmas  and you shall have plenty even in the cold winter." As they stood listening, the  branch grew into a beautify tree covered with fruit. 
The  Christmas tree as we know it originated in Germany.  In the fourteenth and  fifteenth centuries, people in Europe performed miracle or mystery plays in  front of cathedrals during the advent season. This was a means to teach the  Bible since few people could read the scriptures. The evergreen tree was often  used as a prop. Its image lasted in the minds of those attending and influenced  the German people to bring trees into their homes at Christmas. The fir tree in  the plays represented the tree of life as well as sin, so people first decorated  trees with little religious figures on the branches.  The Christmas tree spread  to America when Hessian soldiers practiced the custom while fighting in the  Revolutionary War.  Later, the German born Prince Albert and Queen Victoria  popularized the custom when they erected the first Christmas tree in Windsor  Castle.   By the early 20th century, the custom of decorating a Christmas tree  was adopted by most Americans of European descent.  The tradition of a Christmas  tree in  the White House started  in 1856 with President Franklin Pierce. This cherished tradition of celebrating  Christ's birth around a decorated tree is one of the most popular and beloved  parts of our Christmas season.
Baldur was the god of  light and spring, purity and beauty.  He was the son of Frigga, the Norse  goddess of love and marriage. Baldur was often disturbed by dreams that his life  was in danger. To protect her son, Frigga went about the land demanding promises  from all the other gods and all the natural elements such as, fire, water, air  and earth not to harm her son.  But, in her haste, she forgot to speak to the  mistletoe, which was considered too puny and insignificant to do him harm.   Baldur had one enemy, Loki, a god known for causing evil toward his fellow gods.  When he heard that the mistletoe was ignored, he ordered another god to hurl a  mistletoe dart into Baldur's heart, killing him.   Baldur's mother was  heart-broken and cried many tears. Her bitter tears fell onto the mistletoe  causing pearl-like berries.  Because Frigga was liked by many gods, her plea for  her son to come back to life was answered.  She was so delighted that she went  about the 
land kissing everyone under the white berries.   She then declared that the mistletoe would never again be used as a weapon and  said, "All who stand beneath the mistletoe must kiss in friendship and peace."   It is said the myth of the mistletoe spread throughout the land, and whenever  enemies met under it, they laid down their weapons and declared a truce.  There  were many beliefs associated with the mistletoe. In ancient times, it was  believed to be sacred, to have come from heaven, possessing mystic powers  because it grew without roots and never touched the ground. It was also  considered as a giver of life and protector against disease and poison. The  plant was believed to encourage romance, to bring happiness and good luck, and  to promote peace.  Despite all these positive beliefs, the English church banned  the mistletoe around 1600 because of its pagan superstitions. Some Christians  believed that the mistletoe was originally a tree whose wood was used to make  the cross on which Christ was crucified. It then shrank from shame into a  parasite bush.  In the late eighteenth century, people in England began using  the mistletoe in their home Christmas decorations. The pagan customs were  forgotten and the plant was associated with happiness, peace, and good luck. It  was hung in doorways where guests would walk under it providing an opportunity  to kiss for no reason!
Throughout medieval Europe, a very large candle, called the  Christmas candle was burned until the twelfth Night, in remembrance of the  arrival of the Wise Men to Bethlehem.  In Victorian times, candles represented  good
The Legend of Santa Claus
  Like the tale of the  Christmas stocking, the story of Santa Claus originated in Europe during the  fourth-century when a bishop named St. Nicholas of Myra spread goodwill 
and generosity throughout the land.  He was known to go about  on a white horse giving anonymous gifts by night.  His traveling clothes were  bishop red and he carried a staff.  His unselfish acts of kindness spread  throughout Europe and the children thought of him as a giver of all good  things.  When he died on December 6, his remains were taken to Italy and a  church was erected in his honor.  That day soon became a day of celebration,  gift giving, and charity.  In the sixteenth century, the celebration of catholic  saints was banned and St. Nicholas Day became merged with Christmas  celebrations.  Although the gift-giving Saint took on a non-religious form, the  generous spirit still remained.  Eventually, the image of the Saint became a  sort of mystical being, known for rewarding the good and punishing the bad.     Like so many other traditions in our country, Santa Claus is a product of many  different cultures.  In Europe, he was depicted as a tall-dignified religious  figure riding a white horse through the air.  The Dutch immigrants presented  Sinterklass (meaning St. Nicholas) to the colonies.  Many English-speaking  children pronounced this so quickly that it sounded like Santa Claus.  The  tradition of the Santa Claus or St. Nick in a red suit was brought to us by the  Scandinavians.  Black Peter, an elf who punished disobedient children,  accompanied the German's St. Nick.   As Christmas evolved in the United States,  new customs were adopted and many old ones were reworked.  In North America,  Santa Claus eventually developed into a fat, old, kind, generous, man who was  neither strict nor religious.
The Legend of the Christmas Stocking
The custom  was founded by the most influential figure in the shaping of today's Santa  Claus, St. Nicholas of Myra, a fourth-century bishop who was known for his  charity and wisdom.  According to legend, a poor Italian father was faced with  selling one of his three daughters into slavery in order to afford the dowries  needed for others to marry.  One night the daughters had washed out their  stockings and hung 
them over the fireplace to dry.  Having heard of  the family's misfortune, the good saint decided to pay them a visit.  Late that  night, in the darkness riding his faithful white steed he stopped by their house  and saw the stockings through the window.  He secretly tossed three bags filled  with gold coins down the chimney.  The bags fell into the stockings that were  hanging by the fire.  His kindhearted gift made it possible for all three  maidens to marry.  A variation of the story is that he tossed the bags threw the  window into the stockings.  This idea may have accounted for the gifts being  delivered to those without chimneys. Through his life, St. Nicholas tried to  help others while inspiring them to do the same.  Legends of his unselfish  giving spread all over Northern Europe.  Like so many other traditions in our  country, the legends were introduced by immigrants who brought beliefs when they  crossed the Atlantic.  
Legend of the Poinsettia
- The legend of the poinsettia comes from Mexico. It tells of a girl named  Maria and her little brother Pablo. They were very poor but always looked  forward to the Christmas festival. Each year a large manger scene was set up in  the village church, and the days before Christmas were filled with parades and  parties. The two children loved Christmas, but were always saddened because they  had no money to buy presents. They especially wished that they could give  something to the church for the Baby Jesus. But they had nothing.  
One Christmas Eve, Maria and Pablo set out for church to attend the service.  On their way they picked some weeds growing along the roadside and decided to  take them as their gift to the Baby Jesus in the manger scene. Of course they  were teased by other children when they arrived with their gift, but they said  nothing for they knew they had given what they could. Maria and Pablo began  placing the green plants around the manger and miraculously, the green top  leaves turned into bright red petals, and soon the manger was surrounded by  beautiful star-like flowers and so we see them today. 
 
It was but a few short days until Christmas in 1966. Two young elders of the Mormon church walked the streets of Laredo, Texas, knocking on doors in search of someone who would listen to their gospel message. No one, it seemed, in the entire city had time to hear the teachings of the Savior, so intent were they that the celebration of His birth should suit their own purposes.
Filled with discouragement, the two young men turned their backs to the approaching twilight and began the long walk home. Retracing their steps of the afternoon, they came upon a low, wind-swept riverbank. Jutting from its brow stood the barest means of a shelter, constructed of weathered wooden slats and large pieces of cardboard. Strangely, they felt moved to go to the door and knock.
A small, olive-skinned child with tangled black hair and large dark eyes answered. Her mother appeared behind her, a short, thin woman with a tired but warm smile. In her rich Spanish alto, she invited the young men to come in and rest awhile. They were made welcome and seated on the clean-swept floor. The little one-room shanty seemed to be filled with shy, smiling, dark-eyed children. The mother proudly introduced each of them--eight in all--and each in turn quickly bobbed his or her head.
The young men were deeply moved at the extreme poverty they saw. No one in the family had shoes, and their clothes were ill-fitting and in condition beyond mending. The walls of the little home showed daylight between the wooden slats, and eight little rolls of bedding were pressed tightly into the cracks to help keep out the draft until they were needed for sleeping. A small round fire pit dug in one corner marked the kitchen. An odd assortment of chipped dishes and pots were stacked beside an old ice chest, and a curtained-off section with a cracked porcelain tub served as the bathing area. Except for these the room was barren.
The mother told how her husband had gone north to find employment. He had written that he had found a job of manual labor and that it took most of his small wage to pay his board and room. But, she told the young men, he had managed to save fifty cents to send them for Christmas, with which she had purchased two boxes of fruit gelatin. It was one of the children's favorites and would make a special treat on Christmas day.
The next morning, as soon as the local shops opened, the young men hurried to the dime store and purchased as many crayons, cars, trucks and little inexpensive toys as they could afford. Each was carefully wrapped in brightly colored paper and all were put in a large grocery bag. That evening the two young men took their gifts to the shanty on the riverbank. When they knocked, the mother swung the door open wide and invited them in. They stepped inside and in halting Spanish explained to the children that they had seen Santa and he had been in such a hurry, he'd asked if they would deliver his gifts to the children for him.
With cries of delight the children scrambled for the bag, spilling its contents upon the floor and quickly dividing the treasured packages. Silently the mother's eyes filled with tears of gratitude. She stepped forward to clasp tightly one of each of the young men's hands in hers. For long moments she was unable to speak. Then, with tears still welling from her eyes, she smiled and said, "no one ever has been so kind. You have given us a special gift, the kind of love that lights Christmas in the heart. May we also give you a special gift?" From the corner of the room she drew out the two small boxes of fruit gelatin and handed them to the young men. Then all eyes were moist. All knew the true meaning of giving, and none would ever forget that at Christmas, the greatest gift of all was given
All I Need to Know about Life I Learned From a Snowman
* It's okay if you're a little bottom heavy.
* Hold your ground, even when the heat is on.
* Wearing white is always appropriate.
* Winter is the best of the four seasons.
* It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection.
* There's nothing better than a foul weather friend.
* The key to life is to be a jolly, happy soul.
* It's not the size of the carrot, but the placement that counts.
* We're all made up of mostly water.
* You know you've made it when they write a song about you.
* Accessorize! Accessorize! Accessorize!
* Avoid yellow snow. Don't get too much sun.
* It's embarrassing when you can't look down and see your feet.
* It's fun to hang out in your front yard.
* Always put your best foot forward.
* There's no stopping you once you're on a roll.
* Hold your ground, even when the heat is on.
* Wearing white is always appropriate.
* Winter is the best of the four seasons.
* It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection.
* There's nothing better than a foul weather friend.
* The key to life is to be a jolly, happy soul.
* It's not the size of the carrot, but the placement that counts.
* We're all made up of mostly water.
* You know you've made it when they write a song about you.
* Accessorize! Accessorize! Accessorize!
* Avoid yellow snow. Don't get too much sun.
* It's embarrassing when you can't look down and see your feet.
* It's fun to hang out in your front yard.
* Always put your best foot forward.
* There's no stopping you once you're on a roll.
Ideas for Gifts
Makes about six 7 - 8 ounce jars
1 ½ cups finely grated peeled carrots
1 ½ chopped, cored and peeled pears
1 ¾ canned pineapple, including juice
3 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp cinnamon
½ tsp ground nutmeg
½ tsp ground cloves
1 package (1.75 oz) powdered fruit pectin
6 ½ cups granulated sugar
1 ½ cups finely grated peeled carrots
1 ½ chopped, cored and peeled pears
1 ¾ canned pineapple, including juice
3 tbsp lemon juice
1 tsp cinnamon
½ tsp ground nutmeg
½ tsp ground cloves
1 package (1.75 oz) powdered fruit pectin
6 ½ cups granulated sugar
- Prepare canner, jars, and lids. (See a canning manual for more info if you are new to canning.)
 - In a large, deep stainless steel saucepan, combine carrots, pears, pineapple with juice, lemon juice, cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg. Bring to a boil over high heat, stirring frequently. Reduce heat, cover and boil gently for 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat and whisk in pectin, until dissolved. Bring to a boil over high heat, stirring frequently. Add sugar all at once and return to a full rolling boil, stirring constantly for 1 minute. Remove from heat and skim off foam.
 - Ladle hot jam into hot jars, leaving ¼ inch headspace. Remove air bubbles and adjust headspace, if necessary, by adding hot jam. Wipe rim. Center lid on jar. Screw band down until resistance is met, then increase to fingertip-tight.
 - Place jars in a canner, ensuring they are completely covered with water. Bring to a boil and process for 10 minutes. Remove canner lid. Wait 5 minutes, then remove jars, cool and store. Remember to label the jars.
 
I'll attach a label with "Hope your holiday is jam-packed with cheer".
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