Gingerbread Boy Poem

Chris Conlin’s Cost-Cutting Cookies Caper 
                       and Valedictory

“Twas the night before  
the Conlin Cookie Bash
Chris was stirring and stirring
when she heard “such a crash!”

She heard from the oven –
there was such a fuss
The gingerbread boys, oh yes!
they started to cuss !!!!!!!!!

She dropped her spoon
and yanked open the door
the gingerbread boys marched out
to settle the score.

“We are certainly NOT
anatomically-correct in “places”,
for Godsakes’ Mrs. Conlin,
where are our faces?”

From the stove-top
bubbled from another pan
was the beginnings of
another kind of gingerbread man !

Conlin Culinary Confection
goo so runny & sweet
to be formed into gingerbread boys
as candy to eat.

As they lay in their molds
and hardened into shape
their unusual color
they couldn’t escape !

They scolded and fussed
and were filled with utmost fright,
Good ‘ole Mrs. Conlin
had made them solid white!

The indignation was a-roar
as the gingerbread boys’ revolted
from the countertops and cookie molds
they rallied, cheered and bolted !

“Wait,” cried the Leader of
the Gingerbread Boy Brigade -
We wouldn’t even have a cause
if Mrs. Conlin had not made …

Us without our faces,
with no noses, mouth and eyes –
and you Dudes without your color
would be no “Sweet Good-byes!”

So let’s just thank our lucky stars
Mrs. Conlin honored us for decades
These cookie exchanges shall be no more-
We hope our memory never fades !”

Love, Generations of Gingerbread Boys

Note: Chris Conlin, Amy's mother, held Christmas Cookie Exchanges
since 1967 (at her earliest recollection). This poem was a Tribute to
to all the Gingerbread Boys Chris made and honored.

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