I SAW A FIGURE ON THE STAIR

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