Keeping a Promise

Flew home from vacation (Glad my flight was not delayed) And started baking cookies For a promise had been made. Tomorrow night starts Chanukah; Tradition thus decrees That my grandma’s age-old recipe Be trotted out to please. I counted on those cookies In my childhood every year, So each December it was Guaranteed they would appear. My grandson asked about them So before I went away, I made the dough and froze it; That’s the reason why today I hastily unpacked and then Began to prep and bake. A promise to my grandson Isn’t one that I would break.