All I Want for Christmas is a Sweet Tooth

Flat, square, oblong or round;

Plenty of cookies can be found.

Rolled dough, decorated by hand.

Some cut into shapes; a gingerbread man.

Dusted with powdered sugar; kissed with love.

A few nuts; sprinkled from above.

Domes, with secrets inside;

Bright, red cherries, do hide.

So many choices, festive treats;

Icing drips down these tasty sweets.

Tray after tray, into the oven they go.

Onto the next, we roll out more dough.

Mix, form, repeat;

We work together, yet at our own beat.

How many we will make;

Final count revealed, after they bake.

Enticing scents, drift through the air.

Cookies are done; please, pull up a chair.

Tradition shared; the fruits of our labor.

Seasonal favorites; for all to savor.

 

 

 

 

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