For Christmas: 9 Cookies Dancing

The smell of ginger filled the air when Claire opened the oven door and pulled the small cookie sheet out.  She took a big whiff of the sweets she was making and liked what she got.  Nine gingerbread cookies in human shape.  They were small, about the size of her hand, but perfect in shape and a golden brown.  

"Just like mother always made them," she said, her natural Olde English accent rolling off her tongue as she set the sheet down on the counter.

In her house one could hear a Christmas song that quietly echoed from somewhere in the living room.  The song was by a '90s boy band that Claire found surprisingly catchy and had not stopped listening to it for quite awhile.  While Claire loved the song her husband Michael couldn't handle it after an hour and had left to go to town while she remained home.

Claire really was enjoying herself.  She liked the Christmas season, except for the snow, she could do without that.  She even dressed for the occasion.  She was wearing a red ankle length dress.  'As red as Rudolph's nose,' as her husband described it.  Claire always wore the same outfit every year to keep herself in the spirit, but Michael had a bit of an issue with it.  That's because the dress left her bosom and shoulders bare, as well as her back.  In short, too much skin was showing.

Claire didn't fight with him over it.  She promised to never wear it outside, and that made him happy.

Taking the cookies off the tray, Claire put them on a plate and went to set it on the dining room table, the scent of ginger as strong as ever.

Moving the length of her dark blue hair back over her shoulder, Claire took a long sigh.  The next part of making the cookies was to decorate them, but that was a long process and she didn't like the idea of being in one place for very long.  She liked to keep moving to keep her mind fresh.

Walking back into the kitchen, Claire put a hand on the wooden counter and tapped it with her fingers, "Now...how to do this..."  She quickly got an idea.  She pulled her wand out of her bodice, from between her breasts no less, and tapped her temple with it.

Her eyes kept going to the plate of gingerbread cookies.

Claire smiled, deviously.  She'd be breaking a rule that Michael made for her, but it was for a good reason and it was the fastest way to do it, and there is no harm in that, right?

Taking her wand and tapped the top most cookie on the plate twice with the tip, "Stand, please."

A second or two after the command was made the cookie stood up and floated off the counter by an inch.  Claire motioned to the rest of the plate with her wand, "The rest of you do the same."

Sure enough the other eight cookies stood up and began to follow the leader, floating in place.  All stood in a straight line on the counter.

She pointed over to the plate behind the cookies with her wand.  The plate had little candies and frosting piles on it. "Now, see the plate over there?  Go and dress yourselves accordingly.  And please do it cleanly!"

The cookies floated over to the plate.  They used their little arms to 'grab' a handful of frosting and put it from their necks down as well as over their faces.  After that they used the small sugar tarts to make buttons and the smiling faces.  Once all of them were done making themselves up they peered up at Claire, and she smiled approvingly.

"Much quicker than by hand," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

The song from the living room began to go into its chorus, and for some reason the cookies started to dance in accordance with the song.  They spun as one, all nine of them.  They kept going with the song until it ended, and Claire had to give them a small applause.  "Very nice."

"Very nice indeed Claire."

Claire turned towards the doorway, where her husband was standing.  The cookies dropped all at once.

"M-Michael...?  How long have you been standing there?"

He had his arms across his chest, and he didn't appear happy at all, "Claire you naughty girl."

Michael walked on over to the counter and grabbed a cookie.

Claire tried to defend herself, "Michael, darling, I--"

She saw him take a bite out of the cookie.

He nodded in approval, "These are good...could you make more?"

Claire smiled.