Cookie Cutters, Hot Cocoa and An Angel

COOKIE CUTTERS, HOT COCOA, AND AN ANGEL When I was small, with curly hair Mama would pull up a dining chair She'd stand me there beside her As she rolled out cookie dough And gently guide me through the steps For the cookies she would bake Letting me use the cookie cutters Carefully, for goodness sake We'd sip on a cup of hot cocoa While making cookies by the dozen Place them on the cookie sheet Then into the oven The Angel atop the Christmas Tree Standing out in the hall Seemed to be smiling down at me A memory I still recall Yes, cookie cutters, hot cocoa, and Angels Are still a part of me Mama's gone, but they live on Each Christmas that comes to be 26 November 2017 - for contest sponsored by Kim Rodrigues