Pan made me a gift to give you
but off into the woods he then flew
chasing one of my nymphs
with the pipes at his hips
where he is now I haven't a clue.

But I'll catch him one wintry night
by a shaft of soft feathery light
and I'll send the fine whistles
(I won't enclose thistles)
Hope your Christmas and Hanukkah's bright

love, aunty artemis

PS hope you got your little song! You're so talented, nephew!