Christmas Cookies

Holiday confections of delicious joys mouthwatering flavorings, Savor the tasty classic Christmas cookies, snicker your drooling Taste buds of satisfactions indulgence by sugary tarts of rounded Pleasure, iced with frosting's dappling s of sprinklings coloring! Gingersnaps men drown in the ice cold milk ponds of thoughts Consumption, as candy canes remain untouched on the sacred Tree of traditions, sighing to themselves thank goodness I'm not A Christmas cookie! Homemade oven specials fill the air with holiday splendor, Served hot and ready for those tiny eager little hands spread Wide, this poem is making me hungry myself excuse me if, I go smash a few wondrous delights just to satisfy myself Before writing any more of these golden crumbling lines! Don't cut any cookie corners my dearest friends, the devil Foods is in the detail after all right, stars to the snowmen, The shapes to designs are endless, but the out come is What childhood dreams are made of visionary sugar plums, Nope more like cookies dancing in frosty glass of white milky Mugs of liquefaction! Cinnamon to the bittersweet chocolate poundage, I'll gain Twenty inches before I'm through writing this, better pay My gym dues ahead of time, and make my new years resolutions Promise after the holidays to avoid the local bakery! Candy's M&M encrusted bittersweet, I'm losing my grip around My waist line but who cares, these are cookies we're talking about! Pie or cake slice, I'd rather raid the holiday cookie jar if you please, I'm hooked on those chocolate chip, peanut butter festive celebration Scene, if you don't mind! I'll jog an extra mile in the snowy cold to the local treat market, Just to gain that sacred tins awesomeness, top that topper topper If you can't resist for I've that holiday fever myself, I'll bring the Milk if you bring extra cookies to share with me? Hey just a note for that Jolly Fellow way up north, I've been Really good this year, but I'll be on your naughty list soon enough I fear, for I'm not putting out your favorite Christmastime treat, Send the Krampus for me, for instead I'll be putting out health Bars it's all I got left, sorry Mr. Santa Clause! Wait I just found a candy kiss at the bottom of my purse, Hopefully that will do, it's not a cookie but it's special None the less, love always the Mrs. Cookie monster! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN