Today is a hectic day so we’ll make this post short and sweet. We hope the season and the New Year brings not just tidings of, but real, comfort and joy to all who believe in love, kindness and kinship.
Santa believes in share and share alike. He didn’t eat all the cookies we left for him. He left these behind last night but did drink all his milk.
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| cookies Santa left to share with us
Photo by J. Harrington
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We’re off to celebrate Christmas and our real Son’s birthday with the Daughter Person, Son-In-Law and Granddaughter. Until tomorrow, enjoy, as best you can, all of today and these
Christmas Cookies
by C. F. Kelly
The mixer in the kitchen purrs;
it twists and tosses as it stirs
the cookie batter Mom will bake
and then let me help decorate.
The silver cutters wait in lines
to shape their own unique designs
when rolling pin has done its job
and flattened out the doughy blob.
She wipes her brow, adjusts her sleeves,
and starts to cut out holly leaves,
then picks the joyful rocking horse
and stars and bells and birds, of course.
The trees and Santas wait their turn,
while angels, next to snow men, yearn
to don their robes and join the crowd—
I’m sure they want to sing out loud.
The powdered sugar frosting spreads
with ease and forms the sticky beds
on which the colored sprinkles rest,
where red-hot buttons look their best.
And I would like to make it clear
that these creations disappear
because in spite of looking neat,
they’re really baked for us to eat.
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