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.
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