Jun 29
I see you in your day, maybe with a touch of grey
In the kitchen with little faces, smiling on Christmas day
Baking treats and making memories, passing on the love for free
I see you laughing as the flour spills out; all the children jump and shout:
“We love you Grandma, you’re such a mess”, and in your heart you feel blessed
Cookies made on Christmas day can only be made a certain way
A kitchen full of love, that’s a grandma’s secret recipe
They make great cookies, moments and memories
In the kitchen with little faces, smiling on Christmas day
Baking treats and making memories, passing on the love for free
I see you laughing as the flour spills out; all the children jump and shout:
“We love you Grandma, you’re such a mess”, and in your heart you feel blessed
Cookies made on Christmas day can only be made a certain way
A kitchen full of love, that’s a grandma’s secret recipe
They make great cookies, moments and memories
I wrote this one on the 4th of July and couple of years ago. It was inspired by my mother-in-law and is dedicated to all the past, present and future grandmothers. Merry Christmas.
