Christmas Cookies

The pile of plain sugar cookies loomed large on my left

With an equally towering stack of frosted ones on my right

While I labored loves long lost frosting knife in the middle

Taking from the left 

Giving to the right

Santa Clauses and reindeer

Christmas trees with assorted shapes of gear

Candy canes and stars

Something shaped like a cigar

Along with assorted sized cookie cars

The stove behind me sat with it's door ajar

Cooling it's insides after laboring at it's baking

Cooking all of the aforementioned cookies had taken all evening

Resulting in all the frosted delights gleaming in sugar for the taking

I frost with my assorted colors in front of me

An endless supply of goopy sweet gloop

And little jars of various toppings

Calories enough for a boy scout troop

A sprinkle here

A silver sugar ball there

With Christmas carols swirling all around

Temporarily banishing any feelings of despair

The unfrosted pile gets ever smaller

Even as the frosted one gets more towering taller

Growing in an uneven bendy arc worthy of a Dr Seuss baking book

Warping reality into a festive glazed look

Finally all the cookies were frosted and coated with granular toppings of various gravel grades

And the pile stretched up out of sight

Through a hole in the roof

High into the starry night

Where one by one the Christmas cookies took flight

Floating up into the sky

To join the Starry Night much to the ghost of Van Gogh's delight

Until I was left with a much more manageable pile

For me to sort, box, and deliver through the snow soft and white

A Merry Cookie Christmas

Enjoy them one and all

I'm fairly certain they won't bite