Mom my makes these christmas cookies every year. She calls them "stuffed Birds" when you see all the good stuff that goes into them you think wow I bet these are great. I tell you, it is like taking harmless household chemicals and when you mix them together something deadly and dangerous occurs.   

She however, loves them, the worst part is she thinks I love them. All my life I have never had the courage to tell her that I would rather eat rat entails ...

but she would never make them just for herself. So here I sit at age 55 choking down these God forsaken things. You see I can't toss them because it takes her all day to make them and I would feel guilty. So I hold my nose and choke them down with a lot of coffee.

Every year, I get in the mail a care package of her "special christmas cookies"

you would have to eat one to understand what I am talking about. I gave one once to my buddie Garry. Now I have seen Garry eat things that the survivor man wouldn't eat. The cookie put him to his knees.

I have 6 left, wish me luck