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Every year at this time a pal goes a little crazy and bakes hundreds of Christmas cookies which she then gives away to her friends and co-workers. Each person gets a box that must weigh three pounds. Even if you're a Christmas cookie fanatic, it takes weeks to eat all of them. I got my stash earlier today. Carrying it home under my arm, I bumped into a really raggedy street person who looked like he hadn't had a merry Christmas in one hell of a long time. He asked for money. Instead I spontaneously offered him the box of cookies. He snatched it out of my hands and looked it over suspiciously, as if it were a trick or a ticking bomb about to explode in his face. Satisfied that it was neither, the man asked shyly if he could open the box. Then he asked what was inside. Before I could answer, he opened it and saw the mound of cookies in there. His face transformed. Cookies! he said, almost groaning. Cookies, cookies, cookies. He wouldn't stop saying that word as he reached in, grabbed a huge handful and ate them all at once.