"How many angels dancing on the pins
inside my head are real?" the Padre asked.
"'How many merely stoppered fumes of gins
ensuring that my focus multitasked
and sent me volunteering? If unmasked,
I'd see which one's the devil who said yes
to dressing up. I hope he will confess.
When Yule has passed I'll yearn to get my paws
on him. But at this holy time I'll bless
him and you all. Signed, this year's Santa Claus."