At Christmas time, Gramma always had a platter of cookies out for company. To me, it was like magic. It was a never ending platter of cookies. No matter how many cookies I SNEAKED, and it was a lot, and I wasn't alone in my sneakiness, the platter was always full. Neatly arranged, with all the holes filled in. My Grams was a true magician. There's no way in the world she had that many cookies in her little tiny kitchen. When our family was together, there were 13 cookie starved kids running around. If keeping that platter full the whole day isn't magic, I don't know what is.