A Gift from Sir Klaus
‘Twas Yuletide at last, and a crystalline night.
The morn would soon bring the rebirth of the light.
Alone on his mountain a-dressed all in green
Sir Klaus stood surveying the wintery scene.
The toys in his pack he loaded onto his sled,
While he waited on young ones to snuggle in bed.
Then down through the snow with his white wolves to guide him
He came with the presents to leave there beside them.
Into each home he crept on silent-clad feet
Leaving gifts by the hearth and taking cookies to eat.
Then away he would slip with a flick of the reins
While children awoke to toys, dolls, and games.
But ‘ware ye the child who would hinder the old,
For Sir Klaus will leave thee nothing but coal.