While Mom rolls dough
To "Jingle Bells Rock,"
I cut out Santas
And lambs by the flock.

We sprinkle each one
With a shake of fine sugar;
Like snowflakes on fields
They glimmer and glitter.

Then into the oven
They're sent for a ride,
'Til crisp on the edges
And crumbly inside.

Our taste buds line up
For the very last bite
Of a glowing, warm star
On this very cold wintery night.

My favorite first smells
Of December's yuletide,
Sugar cookies I've made
With Mom by my side.

Find 10 trees in the image below.