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Christmas Cookies
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.

© by C.F. Kelly.
Used with the author's permission.



Cornelius Farrell Kelly lives in Pinedale, Wyoming, with his wife of 61 years, in a house they built with the help of their children at an altitude of 7300 feet above sea level. The author of eight chapbooks, he writes a rhyming couplet every morning and posts it on his Facebook page. Cork is a competitive senior swimmer (he says he frequently gets ideas for a poem while swimming) and participated in the National Games in 2019 in Albuquerque; he plans to compete again in 2021 in Ft. Lauderdale.




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Love this one. Trying to get in the Christmas spirit. Thank you.
Posted 12/17/2020 07:57 PM
Wilda Morris:
Love it! I miss having grandchildren here mixing and decorating sugar cookies! Excellent rhymes and rhythm.
Posted 12/17/2020 03:29 PM
Lori Levy:
Love the rhyme in this poem and the way the cookies come alive.
Posted 12/17/2020 03:16 PM
National Senior Games. You forgot a key word. That's part of being a senior.
Posted 12/17/2020 01:47 PM
michael escoubas:
Delightful, lilting cadence completely in tune with the spirit of this poem. Thank you, Cork.
Posted 12/17/2020 01:35 PM
Wonderful memories well-told.
Posted 12/17/2020 12:32 PM
Cathy’s Sister:
Such a well written, lovely poem! Inspires me to make some cookies today!
Posted 12/17/2020 12:22 PM
Janet Leahy:
I like how you put yourself in the first stanza and continue to tell the story to the end, lovely memory poem,
Posted 12/17/2020 11:54 AM
This brought me holiday baking memories.Thank you,C.F.
Posted 12/17/2020 11:35 AM
Easy to reminisce, especially this last week before Christmas.
Posted 12/17/2020 11:31 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
What's Christmas without cookies? Love the images of the mixer purring, twisting and turning.
Posted 12/17/2020 11:23 AM
Hi Cork.... Those Christmas cookies sound oh, so enticing and such a labor of love! Karen C.
Posted 12/17/2020 09:43 AM
Posted 12/17/2020 08:20 AM
Larry Schug:
I confess. I get out of control with Christmas cookies. This isn't helping, C. F. Give me more, more, more. I like the line "she wipes her brow, adjusts her sleeves" the best.
Posted 12/17/2020 08:15 AM

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