Christmas Cookie Making
Making gingerbread cookies in my sleep
Elfish as it is, I was glistening with pure happiness
The smells were wafting into my stomach,
Making her gurgle and grin.
my tongue was salivating
My heart singing Silver Bells
Christmas cookie making.
If there is anything better
I have no idea what.
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