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Christmas cookies


My Starbucks Christmas Cookies
On my desk at work
Make people happy

They touch them
They play with them
They want to eat them
They want me to eat them
("When are you going to eat them?")
They want me not to eat them
("Are you REALLY gonna eat these?")
If I do eat them -- like my gingerbread man's legs
They feel sorry for him
But they understand

In a world of working professionals
My cookies are a surprising
Conversation piece
For everyone has an opinion

Today I moved them down
So I could look for a change
And I was asked sadly
"Where did they go? Did you eat them?"

Since people always turn them over
I wrote on little stickies on the back
Please don't eat me, I know I'm cute!
Ho ho ho, have YOU been good this year?

I'm always amazed
At people's response
To cute little edible things
They bring much more comment
Than anything I could do

For breaking down social barriers
They work like a charm.

Ho ho ho.
There I go.
Eaten!

--December 14, 2001

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