'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the city
The gym doors were closing, and it wasn't pretty
The lit signs above doors became totally dim
All thoughts of night lifting had soon become grim

The skinnyfats were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of calories danced in their heads
Back in my home, as it was when I left
I sighed to myself, "that feel when no gf"