Christmas came and gone...
Presents came, parties all nite long,
Games got rowdy,
Now all I've got are pain and injuries.
Food glorious food,
What we had turkey, salad, pies, meat...it taste so good,
Now my tummy happily filled,
Food slowly turning into fat, I'm having the felling of guilt.
New year will soon arrive,
How long will it come, will the mathematician derive?
Another round of games, parties and food,
Who would have time for those guilty mood?