It’s the day after Christmas when all through the house

Not a creature is hungry, not even a mouse

 

The ham we baked, and the turkey we smoked

Then we ate and we ate as if our diets were a joke

 

We filled our plates with all they could store

Then we chuckled at the sight and we ate some more

 

But now the day after when we look at the scale

All we can do is let out a wail

 

It’s hard to believe we threw caution to the wind

Now we have to count carbs all over again

 

But the cakes they were yummy

And the pies filled our tummies

 

We gave no thought to tomorrow

But now to our sorrow

 

Our pants are too tight

It just doesn’t seem right

 

That a little extra food

When we were in that jolly holiday mood

 

Could take such a toll

And keep us away from our goal

 

But wait just a minute, we didn’t remember

All of the parties we went to spread over December

 

Now what will we do when we try on our jeans

We won’t fuss and cry and make a big scene

 

The New Year is coming in just a few days

We can start a new program and mend our old ways

 

Maybe next Christmas we’ll eat light

But then again, it just wouldn’t seem right

 

So we’ll keep the stretch pants

 

Jan Penton Miller can be reached at lilsisjan@yahoo.com.