title: The Cookie Queen's Twelve Days of Christmas: Cookie Gifting Made Simple (Volume 1)
author: Mrs Kimberly H Craig
description: My name is Kimberly Craig and I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. I currently live just north of the city in the suburb of Alpharetta, Georgia with my husband Shawn. For the last 9 years I have been busy as a mom and business owner. In recent months I have transitioned back to being at home full-time. I have found a new appreciation for spending my days raising my children. I am thankful for the strength God has given me to put Him first and raise my children in a loving, Christian home where no one is perfect but we love and appreciate our individuality &amp; the gifts we have been given. Baking has been a family tradition since I can remember. As a little girl I remember sitting on the kitchen counter watching my Grandma Haecker bake. The smell that filled her kitchen and the smile on her face as she offered me a taste of her pound cake batter will forever be embedded in my heart. For nearly a decade my best friend Rhonda and I have baked every Christmas. We each make about a dozen kinds of cookies &amp; candies, swap them &amp; make trays for our children's teachers, family, neighbors &amp; friends. Baking for me is one of the things I enjoy most about the holiday season. After the kids are tucked into bed, lunches are made.. the baking begins. I have holiday music on in the kitchen &amp; I am in "baking mode." It's my selfish time. And I get so excited knowing I get to share the joy of the season through simple cookie baking! In the spirit of Christmas giving a portion of all proceeds will go directly to Hidden Choices. To learn more visit www.hiddenchoices.org
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  The Christmas Cookie House
  
  Christmas House Romances
  
  Book 1
  
  Jennifer Griffith
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Leela
  
  
  Leela Miller tugged at the hem of her shirt, rolling a loose thread between
  her fingers. The metal folding chair’s chill seeped through her pants into her
  legs. The library smelled like old books and too much perfume.
  
  
  Sitting there, in the seat that had been Mom’s for a dozen years—up until life
  and fate had dictated otherwise—Leela was filling her vacancy but not the
  void. Leela could never do that. No one could.
  
  
  But she at least had to try. Getting into the Ladies’ Auxiliary would be a
  perfect place to start.
  
  
  Una Mae Coldicott had the floor, and something she said caused an uproar,
  jerking Leela from her thoughts. “And so, with Greta Green bowing out at the
  last minute”—she shot a deadly gaze at Greta, who sank in her folding
  chair—“I’m afraid several drastic changes will have to be made for this year’s
  major fundraiser.”
  
  
  No chairwoman! How would the Cookie Hou