‘Twas the month after Christmas

 

‘Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste
All the holiday goodies have gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The chocolates and rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”
As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—
I said to myself, as only I can,
“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”
So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
The last bit of food I like must be banished
‘Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
I’ll want to chew only on a long celery stick.
I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread,v or pie,
I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I’m hungry, I’m craving, and this food is a bore—
But isn’t that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

– Author unknown. –

 

(sent to me by Hellen, my Canadian friend. Vielen dank!)

2 thoughts on “‘Twas the month after Christmas

  1. somebody has been in my head!!!

    too cute!

    gotta love it!

    Hope you guys are doing well. Don’t forget to call us if you do some services in the states! 🙂
    blessings
    dorinda

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