Nothing says Christmas, and snow and cold like cocoa. Really, is anything more perfect or more dreamy about this time of year than that?
The week before Christmas the store was out of mini-mallows. We had to have the big honkers, and you know what? Even though they are a choking hazard, my kids love them. Love the pudgy cheeks and the dreamy look on J-Man's face. This is what childhood is suppose to be. Sweet innocence and perfection.