Grandma's Cookie Jar

These cold days have me wanting to fire up the oven and bake some good smelling things. And that brings back memories of Mom and her wonderful cookies. My boys called her the Cookie Grandma.
I loved walking into her house this time of year... It smelled soooo good. This was her cookie jar. I inherited it. But it's days of being filled are gone. She just sits on her shelf, looking neglected.
See, I'm not my Mom. I turn on the oven for the warmth. And dream of freshly baked cookies and warmer weather...