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Gingerbread cookies,
And frosted green tarts ,
Are wonderful things,
for the edible arts.

And wouldn't you know,
That the harder I try,
I always get frosting,
above my right eye!

Then it gets in my shoes.
And I'm walking on sprinkles,
And wiping my hands,
On an apron that wrinkles.

But that's part of Christmas,
The mess and the labors,

The sharing of goodies,

With all of your neighbors.

Love you