Chanukah Cookies

I’m almost out of flour And my sugar’s at the end. I do not have sweet butter On which I, of course, depend. Since I’m not going into stores, I’m ordering from sites That quickly get depleted From competing appetites. Yet with my grandma’s recipe, Each Chanukah I bake The cookies I grew up on, Long and tedious to make. I scraped together just enough To make a smallish batch. Most years I mail some to my sibs But that I had to scratch. Yet still, I rolled the dough and watched The shapes take form and brown. On Chanukah, I couldn’t let My kids and grandkids down.