I have a new refrain for the holiday season, sung to the melody "Summertime" from the wonderful Porgy and Bess musical.
The lyrics go like this:
Sugar time and the eating is greasy,
Sugar time and the glucose is high,
Oh your tummy's fat, and the cal'ries come easy,
So eat, big ol' mama, do-n't you deny.
Come the new year, there may be cause for deep regret when previously comfortable clothing digs tightly into new folds of flesh. But in the best tradition of short-sighted decision making, let's eat, drink, and be merry and deal with the now of tomorrow when it arrives.
And when that moment arises, one can only bemoan the feeding frenzy of the holiday season and proclaim, "Why did I put off until next month what I could have done last month?
The lyrics go like this:
Sugar time and the eating is greasy,
Sugar time and the glucose is high,
Oh your tummy's fat, and the cal'ries come easy,
So eat, big ol' mama, do-n't you deny.
Come the new year, there may be cause for deep regret when previously comfortable clothing digs tightly into new folds of flesh. But in the best tradition of short-sighted decision making, let's eat, drink, and be merry and deal with the now of tomorrow when it arrives.
And when that moment arises, one can only bemoan the feeding frenzy of the holiday season and proclaim, "Why did I put off until next month what I could have done last month?
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