This is a little story I wrote for the creative advent calendar I participated in for 2020. The story was for the 14th of December, so I’m sharing it here today. The original German version can be found below the English one. Enjoy!
»Sooo, this was the last tray of cookies«, Mirrn said. She put it on the table and stirred the chocolate frosting with quick paws.
»How many cookies have we baked by now?«, Guma asked.
»Enough for you and for me«, Mirrn said. »Doesn’t it smell like Christmas already?« She added a pinch of cardamom to the chocolate frosting.
»I think, it smells like cookies«, Guma said, his claw reaching for a little gingerbread star.
»I think it smells like Christmas!«, said Mirrn. She closed her eyes and sniffed. »I smell orange, and cinnamon, and the honey cakes we baked earlier.«
»I shmell the fir needles in she living’oom«, Guma said, chewing and spilling crumbs around the kitchen, »and the vanilla-shented candle that you lighted a momen’ a’o.«
Mirrn skipped into the living room, the hair on her tail standing up with joy. »Haven’t we done a splendid job?«, she asked, turning on the rag rug.
»I wish it were snowing«, she suddenly said, sounding down-hearted, »everything is better with snow.«
»I think, as long as we have cookies, it’s good enough here«. Guma toddled over to the corner next to the sofa where the cookie tins had been stacked, opened a green one decorated with snow flakes, and took out a sugar cookie with sprinkles on top. His leathery wings flapped happily while he ate.
Mirrn sat down on the plush sofa and sighed. »There is so much to be done still«, she said, »we have to get a tree, and I wanted to clean the windows. And we haven’t got any presents yet!«
Guma sat down next to her and gave her a biscuit with jam »I think it’s nice the way it is«, he said, »I do not need any presents. And if we bake another batch of lemon biscuits, we have enough to give them away as presents.«
»Do you think that’s enough?«, Mirrn asked, munching on her biscuit.
Guma nodded decidedly. »That’s definitely enough. And to not give everyone the same thing, and to leave some cookies for us, Frikkel will get the picture that I painted in summer. Wargel and Grumpfi can get the marble collection I wanted to give away. And-«
»- and Janka can have the cushion that I sewed!«, Mirrn interrupted him excitedly, »I know that she likes it, and I can make another one during the long winter nights!«
Guma wagged his ears and snorted happily. »Then we’re done«, he said. He toddled over to the fire place and blew into it; at once, tiny flames began to dance on the apple wood logs.
»Now it’s really cosy«, Mirrn said, and fetched two hazelnut cookies from a yellow tin.
»Very cosy«, Guma said, and then they sat in silence for a little while.
(© Julia Müller, 14.12.2020)
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