Tannywheeler-dealer
I've got you in my sights
Your Santa is thinking of you
Through all the days and nights
S/he's assigned me to follow your trail
The old Chisholm, or Yellow Brick, or the Garden Path
To shower you with endless good wishes--you do the math.
You can run but you can't hide,
Good thoughts and happy tidings are heading your way,
From me to you, from continents near and far, from you-know-who
With sentiments from sublime to fey.

You Secret Santa's--and your-- faithful servant