Christmas Day
It's Christmas Day
Before our feast
Sitting in the living room
While my Grandma and
My mother pours the gigantic pan of gnocchi
Into the boiling water
One by one
I hear plump plump plump
And the water ceases to boil
As I watch them
Stirring it those heavy
Potato-cheese filled macaroni
Of heaven
A meal fit for a king
The aroma of the sauce and
Basil becoming more intense
I get hungrier and hungrier
Finally
They are reah ahh
As I stare down at the scrumptious
Gnocchi and the sauce glazed over it
Then I bite in
The cheese and potato filling fills my mouth
Perfectly cooked
As I eat
I think of my favorite food
And it's Christmas Day
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