Congratulations! You’ve made it through another HoliDAZE Season and tumbled right into 2013. The Christmas tree is at the curb (or in the lake), the back door hinges are heaving a sigh of relief, and the college bowl games are in the books.

Some remnants of 2012 remain longer than others. Several years ago I saved this funny poem as a reminder. I could not determine the clever author, but it’s worth sharing. Happy New Year!

Twas the Month After New Years

Twas the month after New Year’s, and all through the house

Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste

At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

imagesCA888SBUWhen I got on the scales there arose such a number!

When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber)

I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;

The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese

And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”imagesCAGJQ7W6

As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt

And prepared once again to do battle with dirt

I said to myself, as I only can,

“You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”

So…away with the last of the sour cream dip,

Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip.

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished

‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.

eatI won’t have a cookie. … not even a lick.

I won’t have hot biscuits, or cornbread, or pie,

I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore…

But isn’t that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,

Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

~From the desk of Becky Morlok~

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