The Month After Christmas

T'was 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 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, more a lumber). I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, The cakes and the pies, 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 only 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, no longer a riot.... Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

That was cute! Happy New Year to You and may you get your surgery approved soon. I read your other post. Sandy

Thanks, I wish you luck too

Jimmy, We are all looking forward to your surgery date. I loved your poem. So cute. Happy New Year. Hugs Barb