The ham was crusted,done to a turn.
This meal was huge,I never learn!
I always cook too much for me.
From years of being a chef,you see.
But this is Christmas Eve tonight.
And I feel sorry for my plight.
When suddenly I had a thought.
I took the gifts that I had bought.
I found some shelter folks to feed.
But really,they fulfilled my need.
For cos' of them I'm not alone.
I bless them for their kindness shown.
for contest Your Christmas Miracle
sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
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