Chanukah Cookies

I’m almost out of flour

And my sugar’s at the end.

I do not have sweet butter

On which I, of course, depend.

 

Since I’m not going into stores,

I’m ordering from sites

That quickly get depleted

From competing appetites.

 

Yet with my grandma’s recipe,

Each Chanukah I bake

The cookies I grew up on,

Long and tedious to make.

 

I scraped together just enough

To make a smallish batch.

Most years I mail some to my sibs

But that I had to scratch.

 

Yet still, I rolled the dough and watched

The shapes take form and brown.

On Chanukah, I couldn’t let

My kids and grandkids down.