Karma's When I Feel Like It Blog

December 24, 2011

With apologies to Clement Moore

Twas the day before Christmas, and in the kitchen of the house,

This blogger was stirring,  making  mess of her blouse.


The ingredients were flung, with not a whole lot of care,

In hopes that deliciousness would soon be there.


The cupcakes were nestled, all snug in their cups,


While I tried desperately with cleaning to keep ups.

And cranberries crackled with sugar in a pot,

becoming a sauce while the water was hot.


When down on the counter, there arose such a splatter,

making red frosting  was a difficult matter.


Away to the Kitchen-Aid, I ran like a flash,

to avoid having to clean another big splash.

The bottle of Lysol, I gave a large squirt,

so the sugar on the floor did not become dirt.


This blogger you see, when she cooks is a slob,

I’ll be lucky to find and to clean every blob.


My clothing is covered from my head to my foot,

with flour and sugar and butter and soot.

It would be nice if I had, a small kitchen elf,

who would nicely clean up after myself.

But with a wink of my eye and a nod of my head,

here’s hoping you all have nothing to dread.

Please hear me exclaim, with all of my might,

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!