Making Christmas Magic

I asked my mom today where Christmas cheer comes from.

She winked and laughed in her teasing voice

And joked, "in a cup of rum".

I watched her sprinkle sugar on cookies for Aunt Marie

And smiled secretly to myself when it occurred to me,

That Momma's not just baking cookies and pies and cakes.

There has to be some magic in those goodies that she makes.

There's eggnog for Uncle Ronny

'cause he really likes it a lot!

And punkin' pie for Johnny

Watch out! It's piping hot!

Aunt Betty gets a real fruit cake.

Tea cakes for Grandma Sue.

Dutch apple pie for Cousin Blake

It's topped with ice cream too.

Momma says there's always room

For friends and family,

'Cause nothing chases away the gloom

Like a fresh, hot cup of tea

Or maybe hot cocoa with frothy, whipped cream

And a dash of cinnamon or two.

The grownups get a shot of steam

in a cappuccino, too.

The kids are running and giggling and playin'

The grownups are telling the same tired, old jokes

And everyone knows what no one is sayin',

"It's good to be home with you folks."

And Momma's face is pretty

as she beams on everyone

and fills another cup of tea.

Her magic has begun.