Christmas Cookie Baking, happy memory making.
Starts with children pleading, “when can we start kneading?”
Reminders coming every day, getting hard to keep at bay
Finally I succumb, wait was this just plain dumb?
Flour, flour everywhere, on our noses, in our hair
Flour, flour on the floor, in their chairs and on the door
Happy children, playing nice, should have done this sooner, why did I think twice?
Cookies in the oven, growing really fast, these are moments you just want to last.
Cookie making over, start the cleaning up, luckily I have a helper in my trusty little pup.
Sweeping floors, washing faces, soaping up little hands, talking of reindeer and jingle bells and the big white-bearded man.
But what about all this makes me happiest by far? That my son’s favorite cookie is what he calls Jesus’ star.
The one that “helped the men and the camels find the baby – you know?” Yes, I do my son and you just made your mama’s heart glow.
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