‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the gym
Not a carb was found lurking near fit, plump or slim.
The dumbbells were stacked on the racks with great care
Just waiting for clients to pick up a pair.
The trainers all cautioned them to be committed
No visions of sugarplums would be permitted.
And Josh, the big boss man, reminded them all
Carter Fitness is there, if from your diet you fall.
When out in the parking lot arose such a clatter
Josh sprinted outside to see what was the matter.
When what to his eyes should emerge on the scene
But a red suited man with no fitness regime.
The jolly old elf needed training like none
Josh knew in a moment what had to be done.
More rapid than eagles his trainers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now Casey, Now Caroline, Now Reko, Now Ben
Take this fellow inside, have him drop and give me ten!
To the top of the stairs with a medicine ball
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As swiftly as reindeer the trainers all flew
With an armful of weights and a kettle bell too!
With the flipping of tires and sledgehammer slams
They sculpted the old timer’s chest, glutes and hams.
They worked him out hard, but this guy was tough
He grew stronger and leaner with each huff and puff.
His wooly red suit was all spotted with sweat
Yet his twinkling eyes said he wasn’t done yet.
He spoke not a word but performed like a champ
He finished his circuit then joined the Bootcamp!
And when he’d completed his 4 minute drill
He was fit as a fiddle, which for him was a thrill.
He sprang from his sit ups, to the team gave a nod
Then he flew out the door with his new, smokin’ bod.
But we heard him exclaim as away he did flee,
"I’m giving up Ho-Ho’s, now it’s protein for me!"
by Denyse Carter
