‘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 the 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 wine and the 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 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 fruit cake, every cracker and chip
Every last bit of food that 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 only to chew on a long celery stick.
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 January is for?
Unable to giggle, life’s no longer a riot.
But Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
[Appreciate prayers – stranded by airport closing with fog, heavy snows and
still 2 flights from home and no room on any today. Looks like New Year’s
Eve NOT ensconced in my own abode.]
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
“Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!”