i paid You a visit
9.30pm - Christmas saint
with a tree, packed rags
tags, bags, togs, clogs, pressies
and smithereens splintered
in heavy breadcase. marched
stomping heavy legs barren
on cracking snow, freeze
crystallizes my nerves- my
nerves sliced juices
of all parts

Michael Witkowski

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saint-pressies/