Fudgey Christmas Magic

POETIC BLOOMINGS

PROMPT #208 – THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS: PART FOUR

Fudgey Christmas Magic

He didn’t cook or bake
Or even grill out
But when the spirit moved
Him, as it often did,
He pulled out a
Special pot, some sugar
Butter, vanilla, and cocoa
A thermometer that would
Tell him when the magic
Mixture had reached
Perfection
I watched my dad
Pour the dark creamy
Fudge – sliding smoothly
Into pan to cool and I knew
That this was a special holiday
Treat because in this batch
Were the black walnuts
We had gathered together
From the backyard