Polly don't need no cracker  |
Twas a week (more or less) before Christmas and panic set in
Momma knew that the baking prep had to begin
There was butter to buy, nuts and chocolate in bulk
and to bring it inside she would need that great hulk
So Pops would play chauffeur, cart pusher and bank
and Momma would lead him, sometimes with a yank
The aisles would be crowded with people in need
and yet most were friendly, like brothers indeed
When supplies are unloaded but not put away
Momma takes just a moment, to breathe or to pray
and then with her measuring cups and her spoons
she’s off like a whirlwind, a flour storm looms
Bowls and pans cover countertops littered with crumbs
and hands mix the cookie dough until they are numb
The dog patrols restlessly his circular path
ensuring the floors clean and stoking moms wrath
The heat from the oven and the cold wind that blows
make the windows look icy, like old Frostie’s nose
and Pops in pajamas, hot cocoa in hand
Just watching and smiling, like he has a plan
And time somehow stops while rushing ahead
and it’s the wee hours, well past time for bed
but Mommas still cooling and packing in tins
loving treats for her family, neighbors and friends
Poppas plan is completed, every batch tested well
his milk glass is empty and Momma can tell
She told him to stop, but he does what he can
and he tasted a cookie from every hot pan
The children all grown up with lives of their own
But this time of the year they may all visit home
So they rest on the sofa, mom tired, dad stuffed
and they gaze at the tree, both of them feeling chuffed.
It soon will be Christmas and our savior above
fills the hearts of all those who believe in His love
Though our faith must be tested and trials overcome
If our love is unbroken, we’ve already won
