CHRISTMAS COOKIES
By Beverly Sutton
It
was the weekend before Christmas,
And all through the air
The
smell of homemade cookies
Left
a trace everywhere.
You
could smell them in the kitchen,
Their
aroma sweet and strong.
You
could smell them in the pantry.
I
knew they wouldn't last long.
You
could smell them in the hallway
To
the top of the stairs so high.
Their
fragrance was like heaven.
The moment was drawing nigh!
The
family was watching TV.
I
could feel their energy rise.
And
then they all came running
With chocolate chips in their eyes!
Pleading,
begging, asking...
Give
me one, maybe two.
Where
are those yummy cookies?
Ha ha ha -- only mommy knew!
Without
a hesitation,
They
looked in Quaker Oats.
Nestle's,
Shedd's Spread, Oreo,
And
Snowmen without coats.
They
searched in Aunt Jemima.
Gave
chase to Gingerbread Boy.
Snoopy,
Lambchop, Garfield...
And
even Chips Ahoy.
Then,
they turned around...
I couldn't stand the risk!
They
were headed straight for
My American Bisque!
Okay,
okay, I'll tell you
Where
the homemade cookies are.
But
first you must tell me one thing...
Why would I put cookies in a cookie jar?
