Christmas Diet

Candied yams and honeyed ham
Buttered rolls, I barely can
Mashed potatoes, gravy pour
Casseroles I can't ignore
Golden turkey, peppered roast
Cranberry sauce I love the most
Cheddar cubes and spinach dip
The will to diet starts to slip

They pass the plate, I close my eyes
Pretend I'm fine while stomach sighs
The carols play, my heart's a mess
Temptation in a Christmas dress

I won't eat much this Christmas
I swear I'll take it slow
Maybe just a bite or two
And then I'll let it go
But the pies are lined like diamonds
The cookies call my name
I won't eat much this Christmas
But I always do the same

Mac and cheese in golden shine
Garlic butter, sparkling wine
Cinnamon rolls and frosted cake
Eggnog dreams I can't forsake
Chocolate truffles, toffee snow
Every tray's a mistletoe
Sugared almonds, Brie with fig
My promise starts to crack — too big

They pour the punch, I take a glass
One sip turns into three too fast
I say "no thanks," but deep inside
The cheesecake makes me lose my pride

I won't eat much this Christmas
Just tiny little bites
Maybe skip the gravy boat
And dream of fitting tights
But the yams are singing softly
The fudge begins to gleam
I won't eat much this Christmas
But I know it's just a dream

The table glows, the laughter swells
I'm trapped inside these sugar spells
I reach for more — it's who I am
A carol sung in butter and jam

I won't eat much this Christmas
I whisper to the night
But every dish is poetry
And every crumb's delight
So if I break my promise
Let mercy set me free
I won't eat much this Christmas
But I know it's just a dream