The night surpassed all expectations;
Treats were manifold.
Sweets abounded everywhere;
Never mind the cold.
Delightful sugar dollops crushed for flavor by my jaw;
I munched on so much candy that my gums are feeling raw.
Now the morning of the saints awakes in exultation.
My stomach, on the other hand, rebels with eructations.
But as I sit, prepared to paste,
I realize it’s not a waste;
With every burp, each stomach chirp,
Again I can enjoy the taste.