a Christmas sonnet

Now the Christmas season’s past

The diet should begin at last

But then, we haven’t reached New Year

To celebrate with lots of cheer

And Christmas leftovers so tasty

The diet waits, let’s not be hasty

Quaff and stuff until 12^th Night

There’s always room to find a bite!

Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves

These are the spices everyone loves

Far too much sugar, carbs and fat

The Yuletide does assure us that

I will give up dietary procrastination

And give in now to gustatory temptation