Ah, cher Punkoid, my cheeks are red
I chastised you, but wrongly!
I found that in some OTHER thread
You'd spoken out quite strongly!
Of colors plum, and jewelry none,
And books of bold sea-sailors;
And suffering from allergies!
Your Santa will avail her-
Self of what you once have said,
Ignore my tweaks and bleating,
Such hints are quite enough for me,
And do not need repeating.
So Yuletide blessings on you, Sir
And on your loverly daughters
And there shall be a gift for you
From farthest Southern waters.
And by the Southern Cross 'twill steer
Around the planet hasting!
(And now, I must go pack it up;
'tis plain that time is wasting.)

EPNBSS