The Evening of Christmas...

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'Twas the night of Christmas,
But I just couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep

The leftovers beckoned
The dark meat and white,
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation!

So I raced to the kitchen,
Flung open the door,
And gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,
Till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground!!

I crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie,

But I managed to yell
as I soared past the trees ...

HAPPY EATING TO ALL,
PASS THE PUMPKIN PIE PLEASE!!