Visions of old-fashioned crème drops
Are dancing around in my head
Tis the season for those calorie-laden goodies
And I'm munching raw veggies instead



I tasted lots of sweet treats at Rocky's house
That he whipped up for Thanksgiving Day
But I chowed down in great moderation
And managed to keep extra poundage at bay



Now I'm dreaming of sweet, gooey fruitcake
And chocolate covered cherries galore
While I'm forcing down fresh fruits and vegetables
There's a kid selling cookies at my door



How I'd love a tall, cold glass of eggnog
And a package of sweet rolls from Wal*Mart
Yet I'm really trying to avoid the temptation
And, reluctantly, keep that stuff out of my cart



They're giving samples of white chocolate pretzels
I'm almost feeling them melting in my mouth
But I know if I buy them, I'll eat the whole bag
And the pounds will pile on 'way down south



My taste buds are finely honing their skills
For the day when I really do cut loose
But I know I'll regret it when I get on the scales
And, in the mirror, see my growing caboose



I should be thinking about a white Christmas
And concentrate on this season of good cheer
'Cause if I gobble those forbidden concoctions
I'll be double my size come New Year



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
December 4, 2007
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