The holiday went well.
Presents all over,
Now my house looks like hell.
I shall get OFF the computer And don cleaning gear.
In hopes that my carpet,
Soon shall appear.
The children are playing
with toys that are new
There's another beep from the cell phone
of our oldest Trittschuh.
We've eaten all things
That are fattening and good.
I've not had the will power
That a girl really should.
My jeans, they will not button.
My blouses do not fit.
So sweats is the answer,
Until I get rid of this shit.
These holidays are great.
And oh so much fun,
But after it's over,
You see the damage it's done!
But would I trade all these woes
For a perfect house or waistline?
The answer is no,
For these memories are divine.
In January I'll work out,
Eat less, or at least try it,
Now I say Happy New Year to all,
And to all a good diet!
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