Christmas night, after the feast
Eat all day. I now pay the price, like every year true story.

Christmas night after the feast
Christmas night, the feast is done,
A day of laughter, food, and fun.
Turkey, pudding, sweets galore,
I couldn’t help but eat some more.
Now the clock strikes late, I sigh,
The festive glow begins to die.
Tomorrow’s scales, my heart does dread,
A price to pay for how I’m fed.
Yet as I sit, content and still,
I cherish joy that food can’t fill.
For love and warmth, this day has brought,
Far outweigh what the scales have caught
I think I’ve put on at least a stone,
But that was no one’s fault, but my own.
I am greedy, that I do confess
After one glass of wine, my diets a mess
True story but pictures no me. My heads not that small 😜
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