My Christmas Poem

Farewell To My Waistline
(pretend I have one!)
by yours truly

Tis the season to be merry and jolly
For most that means lights, trees and holly.

For me the best part of this time of year,
the thing that brings me the most holiday cheer--

Isn’t found in a stocking or under the Christmas tree;
but is something that tastes good and fills up my tummy.

It can be frosted, sugared or covered in chocolate
Candy coated, glazed, sprinkled and dolloped.

I love every cookie, homemade candy and fudge
and accept it gracefully without even a grudge.

There is so many sweets and not enough time
and if you don’t try everything it’s considered a crime!

For to refuse the heartfelt edible gifts of the season,
would really be considered an act of treason!

The real gift of Christmas that I wish would be given;
is simply that calories not stick to my middle region.

But alas I have yet to receive that type of present
so I must accept the consequences and just be content.

Hence, I’m bidding farewell to my waistline until,
January arrives and I take off the garland that camouflages my treadmill.

When the new year comes and I dare dust off the scale
and realize that indeed the calories did prevail.

But until that time I will enjoy each and every chocolate
and not think of what it is doing to my increasing silhouette.