Twas the week before Christmas at my house on the lane
Pretty sure Christmas baking driving me insane
Christmas tins and bags stacked neatly on the chair
Who am I kidding they are strewn every where
The time has grown short, the list very long
I head to the kitchen put my apron on
I can do this I say, as I raise my fist
spilling the flour I was going to sift
The smoke alarm chirps as smoke fills the air
I burned the toffee, guess that I won't share
chocolate bark, & peanut butter balls.
Is that Dutch processed cocoa tracked down the hall?
Superfine sugar, butter by the pound
Shortbread is done a beautiful light brown.
My eyes grow tired,there is frosting in my hair
my treats are all baked not a moment to spare
Then it is time to get goodies delivered
and for myself I don't save even a sliver
Whoo hoo I am finished I say with a shout
Merry Christmas to all and to all Peace out!
** this May or May Not have been inspired by actual events...I will never tell :)
