Twas the morning of Christmas, and all through the house,
The alarm was screaming, cause the power was out.
I jumped from my bed, to see what’s up with that.
I naturally assumed, it was a terrorist attack.
It was five a.m.; I couldn’t see a single sight.
The only sign of life, was my tiny cell phone light.
I used it to check, my gifts under the tree.
Naturally my first thought, was all about me.
I ripped off the paper, with all my might.
It didn’t occur to me, to use a flashlight.
It was so dark, I was only wasting my time.
I went back to bed, to the sound of my chimes.
Back up at eight, to make sweet potato souffle.
I offered to make it, the sugar free way.
My idea to replace eggs, with pumpkin in a can.
Turned out to be, not such a smart plan.
Canned pumpkin has sugar, and my eggs are out of date.
But I’d opened the pumpkin can, so now it’s too late.
I used the old eggs, and mixed the potato paste
But I’ll use that pumpkin too, it won’t go to waste.
With a baking dish was too big, over twice the size.
The mixture was thin, with much room to rise.
The topping looked wrong, is all I can say,
But that’s alright, it only covered halfway.
With the dish in the oven, I was finally home free.
Then the power went off, You must be kidding me!
I grabbed the pumpkin, and started a new mix.
With no evaporated milk, coffee creamer was my fix.
A couple old eggs, were mixed in the brew.
Without a pie crust, I’ll call it pumpkin stew.
The pumpkin was too much, required more than one pan.
Maybe I should have simply thrown out the whole can.
Two more pans full, won’t fit in the oven now.
But I can make it work, some way, some how.
I cocked one gently, on it’s side for the bake.
I’ll finish this job now, for goodness sake.
The power returned, just in the nick of time.
There’s just one more line, to my Christmas rhyme.
I’m off to my family, with dishes in tow.
I’ll keep the egg history, on the down low.