Carol Underhill, author of Angelica’s Christmas Wish, Shares Her Inspiration!

 Idea and Inspiration Behind Decorating Cookies Scene

Since decorating cookies was a tradition in my family, I decided to include it in Angelica’s Christmas Wish. My mom would roll out and cut the dough. My sisters and I decorated them with sprinkles, colored sugar and tiny silver beads. We made gingerbread men, reindeer, Santas and bells. I still remember the tin cookie cutters Mom used.

When my sisters and I had children of our own, we shared the tradition with them. After our kids were grown and Mom was gone, my sisters and I got together for a few years and baked all kinds of Christmas cookies and candy.

In my novella, I include a cookie-baking scene. After Angelica’s mother passed away, her father, the hero in the story, steps in and decorates cookies with his daughter and her grandmother. Since they have an unexpected guest for Christmas, they invite her to share in the fun.


A tabletop covered with baked sugar cookies greeted Mark when he walked into the kitchen, but the sight and sounds of the three females melted his heart. Angelica wore her child-sized apron, she had flour on her cheek, and her hair was up in a high ponytail. His mother-in-law—a standard figure in his life for the past ten years—wore her Christmas apron, her hair in a bun.

He had to admit, though, that neither of them set his heart racing like the sight of their unknown guest. She wore a white apron with a ruffle, and her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail like Angelica’s. He wondered whether she had done his daughter’s hair or whether Geneva had tried something new. Undoubtedly, it was their guest. She had flour on her cheek, also, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe it away with his thumb and feel the soft skin underneath. 

They all looked at him, three smiles of greeting. He couldn’t help but grin. “Looks like I’m in time to help decorate the cookies.” 

“Wash your hands first,” Angelica said in her little bossy manner. 

“Of course.” There wasn’t a lot of space to get past their guest, and their shoulders brushed. He stifled the urge to put his arm around her waist and stand close. He could smell the light scent of shampoo. Thankfully, it was not the kind of shampoo Lily used. Geneva had listened to his request to wipe that trace of Lily from his life and switched shampoos and soaps to a scent that didn’t remind him of Lily. 

He washed his hands, and soon, he was absorbed in icing and decorating reindeer, Christmas trees, bells, and snowmen.