A poem by Donna

Twas the month before Christmas
And homemade goodies were the talk.
Everyone was planning what they would bake
For the annual Cookie Walk.

Bring on the bars, the drops, the pizzelles,
The chips, the sprinkles, the snowmen in white.
Bring on the buckeyes, the M&M’s, the ladylocks,
All yummy to the very last bite.

Please donate your favorites
Any number will do.
We’ll sell out this year
Thanks to you!

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