Too often what is billed as “the most wonderful time of the year” in actuality is the most depressing, stressful, “touch that last PlayStation game and so help me I will CUT you” time of the year. And I don’t know about you, but when I’m on the verge of a particularly violent—albeit festive!—homicide, I find that a well-placed baked good can help lure me off the warpath.