T'was

T'was the night before weigh in and all through my house, not a creature was eating, not even a mouse. The stockings are hung by the chimney with no room to err, in hopes that St. Weight loss would soon be there. The cookies are hidden inside of the shed while dances of sugarfree candies dance in my head. I in my jammies and millie in her cap had just settled down for a short nights nap. When in my stomach arose such a clatter, I jumped out of bed to see what was the matter, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a tiny red cookie and 8 peppermint spears.
Ok, so that is as far as my creativity goes....I am sick and tired, literally and spent the 2nd Christmas Eve EVER without going to church w/my parents....That is what a fever will do to you....