A gift from Santa Claus indeed!!

'Twas just 4 sleeps 'til Christmas and, somewhat forlorn, after mower repairs I was tending my lawn. Having pondered a while just where to begin, with the weather and season, grass was up to my chin, I was trying to be good, not to kick things or swear In knowledge that Santa Claus soon would be here. With catcher quite full and biddy bids on my socks From among the grass jungle I spotted my letterbox, It's glorious tidings were clear from afar, The parcel box lid was somewhat ajar! "What ho!" Shouted I as I wended my way To retrieve the box contents, a package, hooray! I rescued the parcel and, feeling quite fried (by the sun) parked the mower and took it inside. "What could it be?" Said I to myself, "Do I open it now, or store it on the shelf?" I just had to know, what could it be, Not to be missed, this opportunity. I opened it, reeled back and sat on my bum, So many parcels, Santa had come! I tore each one open, forthwith and hence, Inside were delights for every last sense, A card for the eyes, perfume for the nose, A bath bomb for touch (body, fingers and toes) Treats, sweet and savoury, for me to munch (some of which come with an ear pleasing crunch) And one last wrapped parcel, oh what could it be, Classic stage music on triple cd! I'm fully aware that, though folks might try, I'm quite an enigma when gifts they must buy, And this is why truly I'm able to tell, My gifter's the real Santa, for they did so well!