Pagan-Inspiration

When all the world was fast asleep, Right early Christmas morning, Saint Nick came in through our front door, In his birthday nothin'! Oh sure, he had his jolly grin, And his big ol' bag of gifts, But circumstances factored in- They really hardly counted! And so he puffed around our tree, Setting down his bag Untill he turned to look at me, Who'd quietly snuck in. "Santa Claus!" I said aghast, "Where are all your robes? Don't you know its way too cold To go without your clothes?" He said nothing as he finished up, A darker shade of red, And I said nothing further cuz I was supposed to be in bed. Then on his way back out th