'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the kitchen,
Mixers were stirring, and everyone chose to pitch in.
Goodies were placed on platters with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicolas soon would be there.
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of gingerbread cookies danced in their heads.
Mama with her Apron, and I with my whisk,
Had just decided that this Christmas, we would take a risk!
This year, we will stray from the norm.
This year, we will bake in a new form.
Away to Pinterest, I flew with a flash,
Searching for unique recipes that didn't require too much cash.
Little cakes that looked fresh as snow,
And various kinds of new cookie dough.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But hundreds of new goodies to try this year!