‘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..!!