Christmas Cookies

Merry Christmas! This week’s poem – posted on Sunday because Sunday is Christmas – describes one of my favorite holiday memories . . . a true story from an Advent Dinner with granddaughter Natalie at Westminster Presbyterian Church in Ann Arbor. Natalie was 5 or 6 when this happened; she is nearly 12 now.

(or, Green Frosting and Sprinkles)
You were five or six when I took you 
to the Advent Dinner at church 
and had not yet absorbed 
Christ's lessons of sacrifice, 
of placing a neighbor's needs 
above your own 
so when I admonished you 
to stop eating Christmas cookies 
before the meal was served – 
cookies placed equally at each table 
by church ladies who adored you - 
you agreed before taking a bite 
from every cookie with green frosting 
and peppermint sprinkles. 

Returned to the communal plate, 
they rested among lesser companions, 
your dental imprint now in stark relief. 
"What are you doing?" I asked in horror. 
"Those are my favorites," you explained, 
"and I want to make sure no one else eats them."

Subscribe to be notified of new posts by email; it’s free. *
Leave a comment so I know you were here,
and please share this blog with a friend.

*Email may be delivered to a spam or social media folder.

A New Poem Every Monday
(unless life gets in the way)

Joseph Neely, all rights reserved

6 thoughts on “Christmas Cookies

  1. hahaha 🙂 I used to quickly lick two cookies when my parents said we could have one cookie, so no one would want the extra and I’d get that second cookie after all


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s