I saw a
figure
On the
stair
Wearing red
velvet
Trimmed
with fur
It was
Santa Claus
In my view
With long
white beard
And hat
askew
But not a
Santa
Of familiar
build
And no sack
was apparent
Generously
filled
I thought
the figure
To my
surprise
Was rather
pleasing
To the eyes
And
curiously aroused
At the view
Of Santa
In red
stiletto shoes
At that
moment
At the top
of the stair
The coat
fell open
And I do
declare
This sight
of Santa
Left me
aghast
Wearing
black stockings
And leather
Basque
The white
beard
Fell to the
floor
And then I
understood
What I saw
Santa
hadn’t brought me
A gift in a
sack
Santa was
the present
For me to
unwrap
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