Christmas salads

Here's a new year's morning opened its eyes.
 Let's measure the pressure and get on the scales?
 Long already heard all salads and fables,
 But everything asks for growth, including cowards.
 
 I remember a bright childhood... I remember a wonderful childhood:
 And the fabrics didn't sit there with the clothes joking.
 The winter there is snow-white, and the summer is emerald.
 And happiness smiles, on a cloud flying.
 
 And we are a frisky bunch we ran back to the lake
 Swim or ski down a steep mountain.
 Sunrises are delicious, sunsets are pale pink.
 Clothing for little figures of children.
 
 When all the holidays are over, we'll be slim again,
 And thoughts will be clear, in a look – purity.
 And we will be with salads, pranksters, decent.
 And everything will fit us, what a beauty!
  
             Photo:a selection of salads from the Internet.
               Thank you to the authors!