Through My Kitchen Window – Twas the Week Before Christmas

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house

Lay piles of recipes, even one for roast grouse.

I gazed at the piles, and sighed heavy with care,

The perfect recipe I could not find there.


I peered in my frig at the turnips and breads,

Black olives and peppers in yellows, greens, and reds.

Oh what could I make for our Christmas day feast,

Roast ham and baked corn with rolls smelling of yeast?

I pondered and muttered then realized in a snap

My grand schemes were turning into an iron trap.

So I pulled out my crockpot, munched a cookie,

Looked through the piles and chose an old recipe.

This year on Christmas I’ll enjoy my family,

Let the crockpot work while I sit lazily.

On Christmas spend time with all those who you love

And remember Jesus, God’s present from above.