Twas the great day of Christmas and all through the house
Was food mighty tempting to man, woman and mouse
The cookies were stored in the pantry with care
And I most of all knew that they were there
There was lots to do before the family came round
The cooking and baking made Christmassy sound
There we were altogether in our toasty warm kitchen
Keeping our old venerable family tradition
Of course there were spats and arguments too
As we were a family that felt at home in a stew
On this day of all would forgiveness come quickly?
We were trying our best to not be so prickly
But I had a conflict with personal wishes
That just didn’t jive with those hearty rich dishes
Like getting as thin as I used to be
Like feeling so light, so graceful and free
So here was my annual Christmas-time question
The one that always gave me much hesitation
Was it really all right not to stick to my diet?
Should I be firm—well I could try it
The spirit moved me to do something new
And that’s exactly what I chose to do
So I didn’t stuff but I didn’t starve
And it turned out to be just the slightest bit hard
It’s good what the Greeks said, use moderation
That was the motto of my celebration
No, I didn’t starve and I didn’t stuff
And I found that one helping was really enough
At the end of the day, cookies back on the shelf
And me, I felt very proud of myself
No over-full feeling, no regrets, and no tears
It turned out to be my best Christmas in years
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