Nice one Glenda - passing it on! Marged | | THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS | | 'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house | Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. | The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste | All the holiday parties had gone to my waist. | When I got on the scales there arose such a number! | When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber). | I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; | The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared, | The egg nog and rum balls, the bread and the cheese | And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please." | As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt | And prepared once again to do battle with dirt-- | I said to myself, as I only can | "You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!" | | So, away with the last of the sour cream dip, | Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip | Every last bit of food that I like must be banished | 'Till all the additional ounces have vanished. | I won't have a cookie, not even a lick. | I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. | I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie, | I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry. | I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore--- | But isn't that what January is for? | Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. | Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet! | | | ==== NORTHERN-ENGLAND Mailing List ==== | This list also allows Trivia postings about the region as well as serious genealogy research postings. | | --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.225 / Virus Database: 107 - Release Date: 22/12/00