Christmas Calories

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.