I’ll Be Thin at Christmas

(To the tune of “I’ll Be Home For Christmas”) / Recording by David Simmons

I’ll be thin at Christmas
If I drop twelve pounds
I’ll be svelte beneath the belt
As hopeful as that sounds

No Thanksgiving turkey
Salad’s fine for me
I’ll be eating lightly
Of this I guarantee

I’ll be thin at Christmas
Exercise is key
I’m the one to take a run
To get the Christmas tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Narrowed at the gut
I’ll be thin for Christmas
Especially round my butt

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