Nim landed with a bounce on the table and looked around. Glitter had said she would be a little late. There was to be a surprise birthday party for Slingshot, another reindeer in Glitter’s herd, and she was looking forward to spending some time with her friends.
After 15 minutes of waiting, Nim decided that it was too quiet in the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even two excited little boys.
“She should be here by now,” Nim said to himself.
A crash came from the corner cabinet in the kitchen. Nim rushed from his spot to see what was the matter.
“Glitter? What are you doing here in the…cookie cutters?” Nim was confused by the mess surrounding Glitter.
A mess? Around Glitter?
Glitter stepped out of the tangle of cookie cutters and pranced around the counter, showing off her new coat and hat. There was something…different about her, and it wasn’t just the new clothes.
“I am trying to thank the boys for the present they left me.”
“By making a mess?” Nim smirked. “That is so-so unlike you.”
“No” she said, ignoring his second remark. “By making them cookies.”
“They left you something too. It’s over by the sink,” she added.
Nim momentarily forgot about his concern for Glitter’s odd behavior. He zipped over to the sink to see what present the boys had left him.
“I love it! What a nice gift!” he said as he put on his new scarf, gloves and hat.
“Exactly. That’s why I feel we need to do something nice for them in return.”
“Sounds good to me! What can I do to help?”
Glitter sighed in relief. He’d taken the bait.
“I just need you to start sorting the cookie cutters. Can you pull all of the Christmas ones out and throw them over on the counter?”
“Er, no problem,” said Nim wondering at her instructions.
Just throw them on the counter?
“Is everything ok Glitter? You don’t seem yourself.”
“Don’t be silly,” she laughed a little nervously. “Everything is fine.”
Nim shrugged and started pulling out all the red and green cookie cutters. There were snowmen, trains, gingerbread boys and girls, Christmas trees, stars and bells.
“Hey, there are no Santa’s in this set,” said Nim.
“Oh no! I wonder where they got to,” said Glitter. “I just know I saw them when the boys were making cookies the other day.”
Nim looked around the counter and in the cabinet but could not find them.
“I know! I remember seeing them in that mixing bowl.” she said pointing to the stand mixer in the corner. “Could you get them out?”
There was a note in Glitter’s voice told Nim that something was up. He sat watching her from the middle of the cookie cutters.
She was busy pulling ingredients for the cookies on the counter. Surely he had imagined that odd tone in her voice.
“Nim?” asked Glitter when he climbed into the mixer.
“Yes?” he said.
“Did I tell you what kind of cookies we are making?”
“Sugar cookies, right?”
A gurgle of laughter escaped from Glitter.
“No, we are having Elf Krispie Treats!” she yelled pouring an entire box of rice krispies all over Nim, the counter and the floor.
Nim looked at Glitter in absolute shock. He was stunned…astonished…amazed!
“Glitter! Wh-what happened to you at that party?”
Glitter just grinned, kicked her feet scattering even more rice krispies on the floor.
“Oh nothing. Nim. Nothing at all,” she said mysteriously.
And with a wink, she hopped onto the rice krispies box and waited for the boys to discover them in the morning.
Call a long distance relative.
What did the gingerbread man put on his bed?
A cookie sheet!