My trenchcoat was hung in the shower with care, I'd worn it for months, it needed the air.
Mixers were sleeping all smug in their cubes, dreaming of Orifice, and jiggling boobs.
Then on roof of the Rose I heard such a clatter, I climbed out on the window to see what's the matter.
Sneaking up softly, Seburo in hand, I saw him de-cloak, In the snow did he stand.
A big old street-sam, all jolly and portly, decked out in crimson like some kind of corpie.
He said, "I'm Seven Claus, so put down your gun, I got you some shit, so simmer down, chum!"
"Since you built up your street cred this year, I'm gonna reward you with really fine gear."
He pulled a katana from his big sack of loot, and a big ol' Enforcer with holster to boot!
"And protect ya neck when you run North Tami, so I got you this outfit, it's all Xo3!"
"Now mano, use these and keep building street cred, and you'll be the baddest street-sam here on RED"
"Protect fellow Mixers from Agents and Judges, if the pigs cross you, then settle them grudges."
He puffed on his jackel then gave me a wink, and jumped in his sled, a Holden I think.
And chained to the front I could not believe, there were six naked JUDGES that shivered in the breeze.
"Now I gotta jet, so use them with class. Remember, like Skywatch, I'm -watching- yo ass!"
"On Franco! On Leo! On Walker and Murphy! On Cox, On Johanson, now move your butts! Hurry!"
And the sled started up, and he rose into space, and he broadcast this SIC as he flew from the place,
"Watch out for your mano and always keep face, Merry Christmas to all, and as always, WALK SAFE!"
