Tradition Poem by Audrey Heller

Eating, has become a tradition, at
holiday time. Food is more abundant,
whether it's your house, or mine. All of
us, are kept busy in the kitchen, morning
till night. Cooking and baking, making
sure things go right. It's a busy scenario,
as you can well understand, that sometimes
you wish, you had a helping hand. It goes
on for hours, till your'e ready to drop, until the
last thing, you've made is done. You're
happy, it's finally over, for now comes the
holiday fun. The next day, your family and
friends arrive, taking their places around
the table. The wonderful aroma of food,
permates the air. Then one by one, they
thank you and tell you, they're grateful,
for inviting them, there!