Santa's on a diet and the reindeer ought to try it, they're going to be pulling a heavy load.

I'd like a present in the present and not a reminder from the past,

the gargoyle sits at the top of the tree surveying the room but looking at me,
the fairies long gone and now does a turn on a jewelry box to some crap music from Ultra Vox.

I bet my Christmas box
will be Christmas socks
only worn for a day
and then stuffed away
under the stairs with the
Sixty seven other pairs

but only if Santa can fit
in the sleigh.