THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS

As we begin a New Year and January ends; I leave you with this thought.

'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

At holiday parties had 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 cake and the rumballs, the bread and the cheese

And the way that 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 I only 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 fruitcake, every cracker and chip,

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished

'Tis all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,

I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore -

But isn't that what the new year is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot

Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!

-Author unknown

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