The aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted throughout the old mansion and lent a special sweetness to the holiday season. Who needed sugar plums, Blake quipped, when they had visions of cookies dancing in their heads, and, most importantly, in their tummies?
With the help of Jamil’s father Demarco, Blake created the texting system for their Cookie Campaign. The girls made signs that explained the process. Text the number 266543—cookie, in numerics—while within fifty feet of the Big House and wait for a surprise response. It could be anything from a song, a special Christmas story or remembrance, or, if callers were lucky, the announcement that stated, ‘Please meet us at the gate to accept your gift of Christmas cookies.’ Calls from the same number were only granted cookies once, but they soon discovered that recipients came time and time again, simply to enjoy the lights and hear the random voice offerings.
Each night, a long line of cars made the corner on Second and Main to enjoy the new tradition.
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