Midnight Snacks

by, Salvador Magana

New Year had already pass

and with it all the feasts and the Wallet scratch,

even thought it was his favorite time of the year

big Ton had an important lesson to learn.

You see, during the holidays and with all the delicious food on the table,

thanks giving Christmas and, why not, new year’s eve,

that extra tummy was already labeled

“FAT”

From the already tighten enough belt,

to the fourth button of that Calvin Klein shirt.

It seemed to be getting bigger every time he ate,

for he couldn’t stop, the feasts were calling his name.

“Eat us Ton”

The food was to say and when he least expect it one plate was already gone.

From Turkey and Pozole, to Tamales and Ham,

the fruit punch delicious but the belt was about to get turned apart.

“New Year’s resolution,” he thought “to lose all this extra weight.”

He wants to be healthy but he couldn’t, not during the holidays feasts.

“10, 9, 8, 7…” he found himself chanting until finally countdown got to 1.

“Happy New Year” he was finally screaming to everyone in the room,

to family and friends to even the cat neightboors hate.

He woke up next morning, determine for his quest,

for there was no time to waste,

the belly was still there.

Exercising every morning, big smile on his face,

for his big fat tummy, finally will be gone.

January, February, march, April, May.

He kept on exercising until October got there.

He finally checks his weight with not so good news, for the big fat belly was not gone at all.

“What happened?” he thought, “how did this happen if I have being exercising?” he asked to himself. When an evil laugh echoed in a place he felt nearby.

“What is that…” silence and then he focused again on his big fat belly. he wanted to cry.

He said “it is already October; this has to be gone,

for the holidays are coming and I will eat more”

sad face, right expression for this situation,

for the big fat tummy was laughing with aggression.

“HA HA HA HA” the tummy laughed under those layers of extra weight

thanks to the food of last year’s holidays.

“Why are you laughing?” Ton asked, he was really mad.

“I wanted the extra weigh gone, and look, is the same, why isn’t it gone?

Do you know the answer to this?”

The tummy replied “You’ve been exercising every morning no question,

but may I give one small suggestion?

To lose the extra weight, jumping jacks, crunches giving leg cramps

will not be enough, for you have to give up midnight snacks.”

And then it occurred to Ton, “it is true, exercising I have really being,

but at midnight I get hungry, so I have to eat.

The food that I save thru out the whole day at midnight eating, I have found myself.

“Why didn’t you tell me what I was doing wrong?”

Ton asked his tummy really mad at this point.

“How could I?” the tummy replied. “You kept me all busy with all the food, the desserts the ham,

the tamales the turkey and more, but it is true, you need to give up your midnight snacks for I’m starting to feel really tight under all this extra weight

And my friend, your heart, feels unhealthy as well”

The silence filled the room, for Ton or the tummy did not spill a word.

Reflection to Ton, so he had decided with his chin up high,

“I will give up mid night snack, this extra weigh has to be gone for good, for unhealthy I feel with every step I take,

and you my dear tummy say bye to that extra weight.”

Finally at the holidays of 2015,

Ton found himself eating, once again like a beast,

but his new year resolution had changed,

for next year he will not only exercise,

but he will say bye to his midnight snacks.

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