‘Twas the Friday ‘fore Christmas
and all through the house
the only thing baking
was one angry spouse.
From window to door
the woman would scurry,
hoping and praying
the repair guy would hurry.
But wait! What sound would float
to her listening ear?
A large diesel engine
drawing ever so near.
The repairman stepped down from
the cab with a smile.
He heard her concern,
then frowned for a while.
“Replacing the oven
would be so much cheaper,
but we can repair it
if you want to keep ‘er.”
He told her the price
and looked in her eye,
and though she winced,
she didn’t reply.
Then he looked at the schedule
and told her the date.
The repairs would be made
way too late.
She covered her face as
she started to cry–
the cakes! the cookies!
Mom’s favorite pie!
He strode to his truck
and put it in gear.
“I’m sorry ’bout this,
but I’ll see you next year.”
What do you do when your seven-year-old oven goes out just before Christmas? You laugh and write a poem about it.
The idea of replacing it seemed a good one, until I remembered what we went through replacing our old one. Let’s just say carpenters were involved. It wasn’t pretty. In the long run, I think it’ll be cheaper just to fix this one.
So, we’re off to Plan B. No baking for me this year. Bring out the candy thermometer.
Several years into it, and this blog still refuses to be categorized. It's eclectic and includes everything from writing posts to snippets from my ordinary life. 
Linda W. Yezak 
Ah, phooey. Well, the bright side is that you don’t have to go through all the stress of Christmas baking!
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Right. Now all I have to do is worry about the candy coming out right. 😛
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nice.
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Well, not when you’re on this end of it, but thanks. 😀
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Measure the spot it goes in and inly buy what will fit. That’s what we did.
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We couldn’t do that the first time around because they don’t make ovens like what came with the house anymore. And this one is only 7 years old. The idea of having to replace it doesn’t make sense to me. Besides, I think the guy was trying to pull one over on me. A new one of the size we have would cost three times the repair bill. The fact he even tried to get me to buy a new one–the *way* he did it–ticks me off now. Always bugs me when someone takes me for an idiot. 😦
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Oh my, that repairman sounds a lot like a greasy used car salesman. Glad you’re making candy out of bad luck. That tastes a whole lot better than lemons anyway (in every sense of the word). 😉 Sorry, couldn’t help myself. Hope you have a Merry Christmas in spite of the oven issue.
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You’re so funny! I could make lemonade out of the lemons–it doesn’t require an oven. Wrong season, though. 😉
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Linda, you are too funny! I don’t have a candy thermometer so no-bake fudge or something would be on my to-do list. Several years ago our dishwasher died just before Thanksgiving and I told hubby that we need a new one or we would be eating off of paper plates. Dishwasher arrived in the nick of time. Merry Christmas!!
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No bake fudge? Sounds great!
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Oh no! I don’t know what I’d do if my oven went out!! ((HUGS)) Great poem, BTW. I certainly couldn’t have done that. 😉
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Thanks, but I bet you could. As for being without an oven, there’s ways around it–as long as you’re not baking desserts.
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