He comes in the Darkness! He comes in the night!
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white falling dosh around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of good little ShareCrow.
His Ford Transit it is long, and deep, and wide;,
While dozens of sweets hang over the side,
And yet not the sound of the feminist is heard,
As Gaben mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the inventory like a log.

The Steam Wallet he silently fills,
Till the wallet will hold no more;
The bright games and coupons
Are quickly set down on the floor.
Then Gaben Claus climbs to the roof,
And glides into his seat in the Transit;
Not a sound of a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ is heard
As he noiselessly flies away.

He drives to the East, and he drives to the West,
Of his Steam gifts & CD key he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the Christmas Sale feast
When the dear little folks are done.
Old Gaben Claus doeth all tht he can;
Or else he would face a ban