Nickel

About twelve days
Of every year
'Tween solstice and Sylvester
Near the hearth
Or in the chimney
You'll find a fat old trow

Thick red fur
And a fake beard
As white and thick as winter
In the night
Wrapped gifts a giving
That belief in him might grow

He lives to feed
His sect of fear
The season's truth to splinter
So beware
His charming whimsy
And keep children in the know

(Poetry Scales 69)