It is that time of year again,
That centers around sweets.
And, those great specialty drinks,
Yeah! Rich, decadent eats.
Everyone looks so forward,
To the fourth of the seasons.
They’ll give themselves permission.
With their diet, they will reason.
For me I will try,
Really hard to not give in.
They’ll offer me some goodies,
“No thanks,” I’ll say and grin.
I know that they only,
Want to mean well.
I’d accept upon their offer,
If guaranteed, I won’t swell.
Oh, that I could try,
Sweets many times over.
Wake up in the morning,
Without the slightest hangover.
So, Santa if you’re listening,
The gift I wish to get.
Eat and drink everything,
And, my clothes would still fit.
Maybe this gift Sir Elf,
Oh, Santa Clause, I beg,
People look at me and say,
“You’ve got a hollow leg.”