Miss
D.
Woke
To
Find
A
Naked
Man
Under
Her
Christmas
Tree.
‘Glory
Be,’
She
Cried,
‘Are
You
For
Me?’
‘Indeed,
Sweetheart,
For
I Perceive
You
Are
In
Need
Of
A
Phantom
Lover,
So
Let’s
Get
Back
Under
Your
Warm
Cover.’
‘But
Sir,’
She
Demurred,
‘Although
It
Would
Be
Pleasant,
I Cannot
Accept
Such
A
Scandalous
Present.’
‘Nay,’
He
Replied,
‘You
Will
Soon
Learn
A
Fellow
Like
Me
Can’t
Be
Returned.’
So
There
They
Were,
And
We
Must
Agree,
Best
Look
Carefully
Under
Your
Tree.