Rolling out the dough
for the gingerbread house
I find myself wishing
that I were enjoying myself
the way I always imagine
I will enjoy it when I
roll out the dough
for the gingerbread house
with my children,
but every year it is always
better in my thoughts
than in the real kitchen
where my son and daughter
bicker over who gets
to roll next and who
gets to cut next and who
cuts the straighter line,
and I have to remind
myself it is fun, right?
and that this is the stuff
that good memories
are made of. Ten years
from now, what a great
time we will be having
this day.