All I want for Christmas is to gain some weight.
I used to count calories, nothing I ate.
I’d like to be over 110!
That was so low; at least back then.
All I wanted for Christmas was to be hot!
Unfortunately, that’s just what I got.
A blond cheerleader; big boobs. Small waist.
Now I want calories from everything I taste!
Grass is always greener; on the other damn side.
Gone is my vanity;(though I still got some pride.)
Too proud to admit defeat!
So come friends; let’s eat, eat, eat!
Last month I was up to 104!
Now atrophy always knocks on my door.
Gain five,lose ten; Story of my life!
Now I am a mother and a wife;
I must be healthy. Not just for me;but them!
Please, Santa, meat on my bones times it by ten!
I see all these ads for “diet” and lose some weight!
That’s fine; but let us contemplate…
Before m.s. I was just like you.
Beauty! Smarts! Grace! was my tunnel view.
I couldn’t look right;just straight ahead.
I’d throw up my dinner,then go to bed.
Now I pray for weight instead;
Foolish I was. That green grass was dead!
I graduated from class ’98.
Ironically, that’s now my weight.
I wear a sweat shirt.Heavy pants, and shoes.
But that damn weight I constantly lose.
Ask Santa for health; not beauty skin deep.
I warn you; you will get what you reap!
The grass over there isn’t green; it’s dyed.
Someone painted it with their foolish pride.
Now I want beauty on the inside.
Damn vanity! All the ads lied!
All I want for Christmas is to live one more day.
For someone to remember the words I say.
There is no greener grass. Perhaps in May?
Don’t worry about that. Just deal with today.