Dear Mom, it’s holiday time, so here’s my cheeky toast— With cocoa in hand, you’re the hostess I boast! At home in St. Louis, where warmth fills the air, You whip up the treats with your legendary flair. The marshmallows melt as the snow falls outside, But your laughter and wit are the things we can’t hide. You claim your hot cocoa’s a magical brew, (Though I suspect there’s a secret or two!) We sip and we giggle, we snack and we chat, You’re the queen of the kitchen—no contest on that. So here’s to you, Mom, with a wink and a cheer, For making each holiday the best of the year. Your