Christmas is coming and I’m getting plump.
No more roasties for me. I’m being a grump.
If you continue cooking roasties, use a little less lard.
If you can’t cook healthily then from dinner I am barred.

Christmas is coming and I’m getting rotund.
Weighing myself recently I was totally stunned.
No more puddings for me, I’ll just eat an apricot.
If you don’t have fresh fruit how will I stop the rot?

Christmas is coming and I’m bigger than ever.
I’m going to have to do something quite clever.
Just nudge me if I start to eat; that way I’ll shrink.
I’ll also lock the fridge door and wear a muzzle, I think.