The post of Christmas Present

Christmas Eve! Christmas Eve!
The din of jingles sound!
Wait socks of hues many
For a grandpa most rotund

He slides and creeps down a chimney
Dust off silt and soot
Ingests the gourmet cookie
As a cat licks at his boot

The sight of a saturnine feline
Would melt any frozen heart
His heart (warmer than mine or thine)
Now threatened to fall apart

He lifted the milk-glass to his lips
Yet his decision was already made
Soon milk dripped from whisker tips
Yep, Happiness was his trade

Dan, Dugh, Debby, Check Check Check
He ticks them off the list
At the bottom, though, there was a speck
"Whoa! Now what's this!"

A name though strange not bogus
A name not rote nor false
A name to baffle all of us
That name was Inlove Falls

The field named 'Yen' was empty
But empty is a malaprop
There were entries many
With as many strikes and chops

So Santa mused and pondered
He scratched his gelid beard
"Righto! Lets go meet him
And see what he has to be heard"

And thus that it transpired
On that snowy night
Rudolph worked overtime, but hey
This years our wallets are tight!

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