‘Twas seven months before takeoff
And all through the house
just one creature was stirring
and she felt like a louse.
The cookies were stowed in the jar with great care,
with fear that my hand would soon be in there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of cookies danced in my head.
And I in my t-shirt with herbal tea nightcap,
was trying to watch GoT and not crack.
When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,
chocolate chips crying out, “Kathy, what’s the matter?”
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash,
Tore open the jar and grabbed at the stash!
Took a bite with great gusto while they screamed, “You shall eat me!”
But I threw them out because 17 inches will never defeat me.
Just a little levity, faithful followers! Still working toward my goal, 10 seconds at a time. Thanks for helping me stay accountable and my deepest apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.