Dear Bill t'bodger,

Don't you worry, never fear.
I'm slow: your pressie will appear.
Perhaps a New Year or three kings
Will bring your gift. How bells will ring!

Intentions were to mail it early.
My malady made straight paths curly.
I have a box full of good cheer
Yet the best part did not get here;

Some music sweet to grace your home,
To cheer your heart when you do roam,
Has still to jump inside your box.
I promise I will not send rocks

Or coal to dirty up that treasure
Packed securely, in good measure.
Your box is here. I do regret
I've made you wait. Yet you will get it!

Your deeply apologetic but determined Santa, whose lobster elves and moose team are standing by to depart on their dangerous mission to deliver your precious package the moment the music arrives. ;)