Just a little poem I wrote some while back, which some of you may have already seen. Thought it was appropriate for the holiday.
Hope all of you have a safe, joyous Christmas and holiday season. May God bless you all with health and fond memories for the future. I would love to hear about them.
It was just before Christmas and throughout the city, the only one stirring was one busy kitty. She’d planned many days for a holiday treat. One special and sweet for her children to eat.
When she knew beyond doubt that her babies were sleeping, as midnight was striking, she softly went creeping. Her kitchen was waiting with spicy supplies. She got right to work on her tasty surprise.
With her apron tied ‘round her she reached for her cookbook, but finding no recipe turned to her Facebook. She gathered ingredients fresh as new snow and mixed them together into a stiff dough.
As her rolling pin spun and she hummed a low tune, she flattened the dough, and then picked up her spoon. She carved a round head, added arms and two legs. To give it a luster, she brushed it with eggs.
Soon the air came alive with the scents of her baking. The gingerbread man in the oven was waking. Bright cinnamon eyes and broad licorice smile were getting quite warm on that cooking stone tile.
At the chime of the timer the cat donned her mittens. With visions of joyful sounds from her kittens she opened the door to remove the small man, but squeaked in alarm when he jumped from the pan.
“It’s a tasty confection you are, nothing more. I’ll stop you before you’re halfway to the door.”
He laughed as he shouted, “You’ll never catch me!” Then he tripped on the rolling pin, snapping his knee.
But the cat needn’t worry, her children were ready. They stalked the small morsel with steps slow and steady. They gobbled him up from his feet to his head. Then bathed their sweet faces and went back to bed.