Today was December 23rd and you had baked gingerbread cookies, right after you placed the oven tray on the counter, your daughter came into the kitchen.

"Mom, did you bake gingerbread cookies? Oh, can I help you decorate them? Please, I promise I won't mess it up ... or at least I'll try." Katrine asked, her voice sounding soft as she looked up at you with her puppy eyes

"Okay, sweetie. You're going to help me decorate them, now sit on one of the stools and carefully take the piping bag with the green icing." You said, your voice sounding soft and gentle

The first gingerbread Katrine decorated was a disaster, but after she decorated the second one, she started making them better, thanks to the advice you had given her.

Katrine was sitting on one of the four stools at the kitchen counter with a piping bag in her hand when your husband entered the kitchen after a shower, he approached you from behind and wrapped his arms firmly around your waist.

"What are my girls doing without me?" Edvard asked, his voice sounding smooth yet velvet as he rested his chin on your shoulder

"I'm helping decorate the gingerbread cookies since you weren't here to help mom." Katrine replied in a soft voice as she carefully decorated the third cookie while you decorated the fourth