I had to make Reindeer Droppings, her favorites.
Don't let the fact that they don't require baking fool you. It takes a lot of skill to manage a herd of reindeer stomping through your kitchen. They are unaccustomed to being indoors so they get a little frisky. And they are really curious, poking their muzzles into cupboards and the sink, knocking into furniture and walls, sending potted plants flying, and wandering off to explore the bedrooms. I found one in the bathroom eating the soap.
People don't think I'm organized but let me tell you, it takes organizational skills of the highest order, (and lots of sugar cubes and Granny Smiths) to get reindeer to stand still in your kitchen and wait their turn. And all those harness bells? Deafening! Then you have to maneuver them into position so the droppings will fall neatly onto the cookie sheets. All the while trying to minimize the shuffling and scuffling among those pawing the carpet impatiently as they wait for their turn. Not to mention coaxing uniform sizes out of them. I have to go through, after they leave, and weed out the really "Splat!' ones. And of course we have the occasional "accident," where the cookies, oops! are dropped on the floor instead of the cookie sheet. 'Tis a good thing my mother-in-law was not around to see it. Her heart would have stopped. But me, I try to remain calm. .And breathe
It's only once a year and I have shovels in the garage.