And
The house
Smells of spices
Cloves and nutmeg
Oh yes, cinnamon
She commands the kitchen
For this is her time to bake
The one thing she remembers most
Loaves of pumpkin bread to give as gifts
It’s Christmas like her mother did for years
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Annette Rochelle Aben 
What a sweet and wonderful tradition to keep up.
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This is exactly what my sister will be doing today!
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Oh, I like this kind of Christmas. And the benefit of the scents whiffing out of there. De-li-cious!Thanks so much.
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You are welcome!
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I love the smell of Christmas spices too, Annette. Well done on poeming on a Sunday.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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Sounds and smells heavenly… I think I can smell your baking. The wind must be blowing from the east. LOL! Love this, Sis. ❤
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This is my Sister’s big deal! She has been baking pumpkin bread as gifts for nearly everyone under the sun for over a decade now. There were years she made 40 full-sized loaves!! Our house DOES smell great and I wouldn’t be surprised if those big winds on Saturday carried that aroma your way. xx
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Awww, I love the pumpkin bread idea. I might have to tackle that myself, next year. ❤
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