Christmas time is coming: This goose is getting fat.             

A little taste of this, and a little dab of that,

A sprinkling of sugar, a bit of needed tasting

Produce in me a syndrome that is sadly known as waisting.

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The evening before, there’s a terrible pall

For tomorrow I know that I must hit the mall,

And therefore, my mood is decidedly dark,

Since I’m sure that there will be not one space to park.  

— A SeniorWomen.com contributor

Ilex aquifolium, a photo by Jürgen Howaldt; Wikipedia

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