‘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.
