T'was two months before Christmas and all through the 'cat
Potential Santees at computer screens sat;
Clicking their mouses and posting their jive,
Waiting for their handles in "Clues and Nudges" to arrive.
Day after day, they waited and watched,
But their innocent wish now appeared to be botched.
"Nobody loves me in virtual space.
I'm a loser at Christmas, I'm out of the race!
I've been attentive to my own Santee.
But my Santa's gone missing; where can he/she be?"

So to the support group I offer these musings,
In the spirit of a sage's attachment to few things:

'Tis better to give than to receive: This thought shall guide me.
Through Mudcat as through life, with music and merriment inside me.