Twas the night before orders were due and all through the town,
not a healthy resolution from last year, could be found.

The orders were capped on the website with care,
in hope that the customers, would soon be there.

The tummies were full, desserts finished without fail
and soon we'd hear cries, coming from the bathroom scale.

Then all of a sudden, the pots and pans started to clatter,
I ran to the kitchen, to see what was the matter.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
it was Mrs. Fuel up yelling "help is on the way dear!"

She was dressed in athleisure wear, from her head to her feet
and her clothes smelled of only the freshest, lean meat.

A wink of her eye and a spin of her spoon,
soon gave me to know, I almost gave up too soon.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
slicing and dicing, all with a smirk

and pointing her finger, at my laptop,
and then..
said "you better order, so you don't feel this way again".

I heard her exclaim and she packed orders with delight,
"Merry Christmas to all, order before midnight!"