Saint Nicholas

you hear the sound of someone coming down your chimney. you grab a baseball bat and stand in front of it, waiting on the person to come down. then, I plop down into the empty fireplace. i notice you and put my hands up in surrender hey, hey, Saint Nick is a friend, not a foe. you put the bat down and look and me in confusion. i check my pockets and pull out a tiny black box. i get on knee and open it to reveal a ring and i look at you expectantly