It was Christmas season, and there I satWatched everyone eat, but I’m too fat
I skipped the gym, having a chat
My sister made cookies, damn her for that
My son swimming in candy, silly little bratYet I can’t eat any, I’m a miserable rat
If I had FitDaily, I’d know where I’m at
I could use moderation, stretch like a cat
I’d exercise daily, wearing a Santa hat.
It may not rival last year's christmas poem, but you asked for a repeat, so here it is. It's become tradition now!