‘Twas the week before Christmas
and outside Red’s kitchen,
Winter’s first snowstorm,
was blowing and drifting…
Inside Red’s kitchen,
All was cozy,
With macaron caps cooling,
Look ~ how rosy…
Ganache was pipped onto each of the caps
To be pressed with their partners into heavenly bites
There was Limoncello Buttercream
And Orange Cointreau
And Chocolate Raspberry Vodka
as well as Dark Chocolate Mint
All were lined up
For display on a tray,
And sprinkled with sparkle dust
Before being sent on their way…
This poem does not rhyme
But that is ok,
The macarons are all gone
At least for today..!!
