The Munchers in Munchville loved to Jingle Bell Munch,
All the sweets and the treats—they couldn’t get enough!
Gingersnaps and shortbreads and peanutty brittle, Pecan pies with cherry cheesecake in the middle,
Candy canes and pudding cakes, gumdrops and eggnog,
Trifles and truffles and, of course, the old yule log.
Every Muncher went WILD for the sweet Christmas lot!
But, what no one knew was that Santa Claus did NOT.
Though legends of St. Nick claim he’s sweet in the tooth,
If you ask him yourself, he’ll say it’s just not the truth.
“Buckeyes, biscottis, the peanut butter blossoms—
I adore them all but, once I start, I can’t stop ‘em!
My years in this business have taught me soon enough:
There is always a crash after the sugar rush.
To visit every home ‘round the world in one night,
I can’t stop for a nap when there’s so little time!”
But from every cookie, Santa still took a bite,
Because who likes thinking Santa’s on a diet?
With the heaviest heart and a sad kind of sigh,
Santa wrote a letter saying he would resign.
“Dear Munchers, I’m sorry, but I have some bad news:
I’m cancelling Christmas.
My belly has the blues.
All your sweets and your treats, I can never resist!
After so many years, I’m now terribly sick.”
Santa sent off the note to the folks in Munchville And when it arrived there, the whole world
stood still.
“No Christmas?!” they all cried.
“No sweet potato pie?
No figgy pudding or sugar cookies stacked high?!”
All the Munchers boo-hooed and bad-mouthed Santa Claus
All the Munchers, that is, except for this one.
Mindy Munch read the note and then hatched a grand plan:
“I can get Santa Claus back in his sleigh again!”
She went to the North Pole and knocked on Santa’s door,
Nobody would answer, so she knocked some more.
“Santa!”
Mindy Munch gasped.
He looked very ill.
“Please don’t cancel Christmas.
I can help you, I will!”
Santa groaned and he said, “Sweet little Mindy Munch,
All those sugary treats for me are just too much!
After every Christmas, the awful sugar rush Leaves me crashing and sick for weeks,
sometimes months!
I try to take it slow, but I always misjudge.”
“But Santa,” Mindy said,
“you haven’t tried my fudge.”
Santa shook his head no, “Fudge is a sugar bomb
“My fudge is sugar free,” Mindy grinned, “and low carb!”
Just come to the kitchen, I’ll show you how it’s made
So you’ll have a sweet treat to eat inside your sleigh!”
First, soak some raw cashews and then blend ‘em on up
With vanilla paste, butter extract, and fiber syrup.
In a double boiler, heat cacao butter ‘til melted,
Then add your blended mix and whisk it all together.
Grab a loaf pan and use some foil to line it.
Pour in your fudge mixture and add chocolate chips.
Pop it in the freezer and that’s just about it!
Now let your fudge chill ‘til it’s firmed up a good bit.
Once it’s ready to go, grab it from the freezer,
Slice your fudge into cubes, it couldn’t be easier!
Now, this is the best part, all that you have to do
Is take a bite!
Tell me!
How does it taste to you?!”
Santa Claus took his time eyeing the fudge pieces,
He thought, “Sugar-free treats can’t be all that tasty…”
After just one nibble, it didn’t take too long
For Kris Kringle to see he was so very wrong.
“Sweet mother of Rudolph!”
Santa gladly exclaimed.
This sugar free fudge tastes better than the real thing!
Mindy Munch, you genius, I can’t thank you enough!”
Mindy grinned and shouted “Just un-cancel Christmas!!!”
Santa let out a loud “Ho ho ho” belly laugh.
“Spread the news to Munchville: I’m bringing Christmas back!”
Santa was freed from the sugar crash and rush, He would never forget the year fudge saved Christmas.
The end.