I send a picture of zucchini pancakes with cranberry-applesauce

to Rose, and her husband Martin says it passes

because his treif wife made the sauce.

We might do take-out lunch together on the patio

once more this year. Indian food stays warm the best.

Or maybe it will be sushi on Zoom.

I invite Nancy for pumpkin soup on my porch.

She returns my call to relay a tale

of gingerbread houses, candy pieces, sugar, sprinkles,

and grandsons on her porch.

A friendly mess she would not

like to repeat. Our laughter is warm but,

it’s not fun, anymore.

I Zoom with Allie & Adam

while they eat their gingerbread house.

I play the wicked witch and

threaten to throw them in the oven.

“No Gram, “ they say.

“You can come next Halloween

and be the witch.”

I asked them to leave a trail of crumbs.

With my musician friends we try to ‘name that tune’

played by the Cleveland Tower Carillon.

Frank gets the chord pattern, and Ellen and I

sing along with any song that suits us.

The bells change keys and time signature, so we

change up the words. We Wish You a Merry Christmas

turns to Bicycle Built for Two.

They waltz while I dance circles around them,

a good way to stay warm.

Three part harmony for I’ll be Home for Christmas

we can plan on that,

without company and

probably green not white.

Kathryn Weidener is a professional storyteller and has been telling tales all her life. Her publishing credits include Schuylkill Valley Dispatches, arielchart.blogspot.com, US1, Hobby Farm Magazine, and Sandpaper. A BA degree in communication also led her through careers in social work, accounting, and ESOL tutoring. She currently resides in Princeton.

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