The Twelve Pounds of Christmas

The Christmas season is usually the time of our greatest gains of the year. I hope this little poem eases the pain. Merry Christmas.

Twas the first day of Christmas

With family gathered round

The table filled with pies and such

That adds one holiday pound

Twas the second day of Christmas

And the trimming of the tree

One too many egg nogs

Thus pounds two and three

Twas the third day of Christmas

I dash from store to store

Double latte with whipped cream

Old St. Nick brings pound four

Twas the fourth day of Christmas

Grandma’s fruitcake did arrive

Hope I get that brand new belt

To make room for number five

.Twas the fifth day of Christmas

And I’m in an awful fix

One too many chocolate Santa’s

I fear my pants can’t hold pound six

Twas the sixth day of Christmas

That divinity was heaven

I couldn’t eat just one or two

Now I’ve added on pound seven

Twas the seventh day of Christmas

And I’ve overfilled my plate

Mashed potatoes overflowing

Here comes pound number eight.

Twas the eighth day of Christmas

I’ll have to stand in line

To exchange this gift for a bigger size

To make room for pound nine

Twas the ninth day of Christmas

Go rest ye gentlemen

Watch football from your easy chair

Make room for pound ten

Twas the tenth day of Christmas

The stairs creak as I go down

To the fridge for a midnight snack

This will make the eleventh pound

Twas the eleventh day of Christmas

When one of Santa’s elves

Brought me a half a box of fudge

That quickly adds pound twelve

Twas the twelfth day of Christmas

As my wish list I revise

Now all I want from Santa

Is to fit a smaller size

Happy Holiday’s to all

Is the last wish I say

These twelve pounds of Christmas

Are gone come New Years Day