Holiday Cookies
My mommy lets me lick the bowl
when she makes sugar cookie dough.
She shapes them with a cookie cutter
and brushes them with lots of butter.
And when she puts them in to bake,
I stare and stare and wait and wait.
They are hot; she uses a mitt.
She lets them cool; she cleans a bit.
Soon we’re ready to make designs.
I try to draw very straight lines.
Mommy says that I don’t have to,
that wavy lines are okay, too.
I’ll give cookies to Daddy and Santa
and maybe to my sweet nana.
They like to see what I have done.
Cooking with Mommy surely is fun!
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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