It's that time we come together
We travel far in spite of weather
We bring our tasty bits and treats
We lay them out and eat, eat, eat
It's the sugar and all the fat
feels so good to fill this brat
The scales dip down and so do I
heading to the next deep fry
I'll loose it later, I really will
butt until January I'll fill and fill
The Christmas Pudge is not so bad
At least I eat half as much as Dad
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During Christmas we travel far is spite of weather. Wonderful poem shared on really.