‘Twas The Sunday Before Christmas*…

* With apologies to all real poets everywhere…

‘Twas The Sunday Before Christmas…

Twas the Sunday before Christmas, when along Hammond River,
Wendy woke up, and started to shiver.
She stumbled downstairs.  To the furnace she went,
And discovered that the fire was spent.

Jim and Devin were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Starcraft flew through their heads.
Wendy stood in the basement as her fingers turned blue,
“Brianna!” she called.  She’d know what to do!

When on the steps, there arose such a clatter,
Wendy ran from the furnace room to see what was the matter.
It was Brianna, whacking her head with a yelp.
“Walk it off, Bri!” Wendy said. “I need your help!”

Wendy watched as Brianna expertly stacked the wood.
She set it alight and soon, the temperature was good!
They went back upstairs where there was more to be done,
Christmas baking…not even begun!

Wendy filled the canister with more flour,
Knowing she’d have to do it again in an hour.
She mixed Shirley’s Cookies with precision,
As Anna jeered in derision!

“Molasses cookies are gross!” she whined.
“You should make chocolate chip! I’ve made up my mind!”
Wendy continued to work, and sipped from her tea,
And vowed to ignore Anna’s unreasonable plea!

Soon it was time to roll them out flat,
And cut them…the girls could do that!
On to the dinner rolls for the big Christmas feast.
Wendy measured the flour and added the yeast.

She covered the dough so it could rise,
And used her sleeve to wipe dust from her eyes.
Lemon squares were next…a fluffy delight!
Wendy separated three eggs, and did it just right.

The cookies took very little time to cook,
Anna was supposed to be reading a book!
There was an occasional burst from the smoke alarm,
They turned it off…the baking would come to no harm.

Jake hovered at their feet, hoping something would fall.
When he got bored, he’d play with his ball.
Hope was in town visiting her Dad,
Otherwise, there might have been more arguing to be had.

The roll dough was bulging…Anna gave it a punch.
In only an hour, it rose quite a bunch!
An hour later, Wendy hit it again…
Soon, the rolls could be put in the pan!

The cookies were cool…the icing guns loaded.
The dining room table looked like a sprinkle factory exploded!
Anna and Brianna did the decorating thing,
Pausing only occasionally to yell, “More icing!”

The next thing on the agenda was fudge…
Wendy was so tired, she could barely budge!
She measured the sugar and melted the butter,
As she searched for the can opener, she started to mutter…

Opener found…she punched two holes in the tin,
Measured the milk and poured it all in.
Two pots boiling on the stovetop,
Chocolate and brown sugar…Wendy was ready to drop!

At last she was done and the baked goods arrayed,
She snapped pics for the blog, and then put them away.
But I heard her exclaim, as she turned out the light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

Molasses Cookies before decorating...

 

Dinner Rolls...

 

Lemon Squares...

 

Brown Sugar Fudge...

 

Chocolate Fudge...

 

Cookies Brianna decorated...

 

Cookies Anna decorated...

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34 responses to “‘Twas The Sunday Before Christmas*…

  1. Nice one! Merry Christmas–hope you have a great time with your family,

  2. That’s brill! No apologies needed and you know it. Pastiche is alive and well :)

  3. Darling–and your opening line is priceless. Your blog has always made me want to bake————-
    Heading to kitchen,
    Kathy

  4. Oh, how I’ve missed your food pictures. What a delightful twist on a classic. Happy Christmas to you, too, Wendy!

  5. jacquelincangro

    Brilliant, Wendy! No “real” poet has ever made me this hungry.
    Have a wonderful Christmas.

  6. Bravo, Wendy! Bravo!! Wow – the work that went into the food – the work that went into the post – Bravo!!! Merry Christmas!

  7. The goodies look scrumptious.. I giggled when I saw you had written a poem. I’ll be posting a very poorly written one tomorrow. What’s hard to believe is that it took me days to write it… LOL!

    I think these poems this time of the year are so much fun. Have a great Christmas, Wendy!

  8. Oh, Wendy! Your poem is so clever and very impressive! How long did this take you?
    You got me in the spirit. Love all the baking you did. The cookies look fantastic, too!

  9. Very Clever…and it looks so tasty–especially those buns!!

  10. Wendy,
    Never apologize! Your work was wonderful. Keep going!

  11. Wow! The poem is cute, and the stuff looks amazing. Can I come over to your house?

  12. Wow — you are cooking making/decorating pros! How do you make the fudge? I clicked on the picture to enlarge it — big mistake. Now I need to go find something chocolate for lunch. :)

    Great poem. Your kids will treasure this, as I’m sure you will, as they grow. I could feel the hectic pre-Christmas prep coming through your words, and enjoyed this line the most,

    “She covered the dough so it could rise,
    And used her sleeve to wipe dust from her eyes.”

    You captured the hard work of baking just right! Merry Christmas to you and yours!

  13. Molasses cookies? Lemon squares? Dinner rolls? Fudge (TWO types?) AND cookies galore?

    Girl, you know how to do Christmas right! My food devouring children would be in heaven, glorious heaven.

  14. Merry Christmas to you and your family, Wendy!

    Hope you have fun devouring all that work ;-) May your 2012 be filled with all the good stuff, and more!

  15. Baking and poetry….Multi-tasking at its best. Who are you really…Martha Stewart?

  16. Oh wow! Now I know where I was supposed to be for Christmas!

  17. What fun! Maybe I’ll try my version of the poem for next year.

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