Flat, square, oblong or round;
Plenty of cookies can be found.
Rolled dough, decorated by hand.
Some cut into shapes; a gingerbread man.
Dusted with powdered sugar; kissed with love.
A few nuts; sprinkled from above.
Domes, with secrets inside;
Bright, red cherries, do hide.
So many choices, festive treats;
Icing drips down these tasty sweets.
Tray after tray, into the oven they go.
Onto the next, we roll out more dough.
Mix, form, repeat;
We work together, yet at our own beat.
How many we will make;
Final count revealed, after they bake.
Enticing scents, drift through the air.
Cookies are done; please, pull up a chair.
Tradition shared; the fruits of our labor.
Seasonal favorites; for all to savor.
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