For a few days over Christmas
Behold! a magic treat,
for calories simply disappear
from everything I eat.
So it's ok to go to town
and feast on festive fare,
because it's about as fattening
as gobbling up thin air...
I burrow into tins of sweets
find ham and sprouts to munch,
it really doesn't seem that bad
frying Christmas pud for brunch.
Guilt takes a break this time of year
and self-control goes too,
no angst-ridden choices to be made,
sure, everything's good for you!
And something makes me go and buy
triple what's enough,
so to be fair it's only right
that someone eats the stuff.
But soon the spell is broken,
it was magic while it lasted,
and something's happened to my tum,
can't see my big feet past it.