I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned – the dark meat and white,
but I fought off temptation with all of my might.
I tossed and I turned with sweet anticipation,
As the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
As the thought of a snack became infatuation.
So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey, ham and potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
‘ Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
‘ Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees –
Happy eating to all! Pass the cranberries, please!
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees –
Happy eating to all! Pass the cranberries, please!
May your baked ham be tasty, may your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
May your Christmas dinner stay off of your thighs.
May your potatoes and gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize,
May your Christmas dinner stay off of your thighs.
And a merry Christmas you, too, my friend!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Don and Cliff!
ReplyDeleteIt's salad and vegetable juice for your New Year's diet!
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