‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and all through the house,
Pieces of cookies sprinkled Grandma’s Christmas blouse.
She’d baked tasty recipes for almost a full week,
Making Christmas cookies her grandchildren would eat.

She sang familiar carols; sugar crystals twinkled in air,
Until she called for each cookie, to package itself with care:

“Oh, chocolate-covered cherries, up off the baking sheet,
Place yourself gently next to the green cereal wreaths.
On Amaretto, on Window Pane, on Peanut Butter, too,
Snuggle in close to the Snicker Doodle-de-doo,

“Two-tone Spritzers, next to the Cashew Fudge bars,
Chocolate Bonanzas, you’re one of the best by far.
Marshmallow Sandwiches, you’re a sight to see,
Leave enough room for the Choco-Mint cookies.”

Grandma and Grandpa smiled at the cookie delights,
They both could hardly wait for Christmas Eve's night.

They packed all the cookies, sent them off with a kiss.
All of their grandchildren, they certainly missed.
The cookies were opened on a special Christmas Eve,
Each child called saying “In Grandma 'n Grandpa, we believe,”

They then told their grandparents, “The cookies are delicious!”
And sang a little song to wish them both Merry Christmas.