Christmas Candy
Candy canes hung from the tree—though they were never tasted,
were packed away to use next year, so they were never wasted.
Sugar ribbons, butterbrickle, candies tinged with clove—
In between the thrust-out arms of other kids we wove
to get our bag from Santa, driven down the streets,
in the back of a convertible, dispensing bags of sweets.
More candy gone uneaten, yet pretty in a dish
set out for guests, who always said they didn’t wish
to ruin their appetite for turkey, but if the truth were told,
they, too, knew that the candy was unsavory and old.
Thank Santa, then, for stockings with chocolates in the toe
to sink our teeth into to change the candy status-quo.
For Tourmaline’s Daily Countdown to Christmas Challenge
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
So true, so true, it makes my mouth salivate!
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Did you actually eat your candy canes and candy from bags from Santa???
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Candy canes were always in our Christmas stockings when we were kids.Love eating those candy canes.
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I never liked the taste of peppermint. Nor did my mother or sister. It made my mother sneeze so perhaps she was allergic to it and that shunning of peppermint was passed down to her daughters.
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I know some do and some don’t like peppermint..
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I just pulled out some candy canes from years past, I was tempted to try one, but no, it may have been in there for many years!
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Very nice poem Judy.
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