step in the room with a grin and a shiver, she clocked my bag full of tinsel and glitter

said “what’s that sway in your coat, young sinner?” I winked, “just gifts for the post-meal dinner”

baubles jump in my pocket like they’re plotting a sprint

she asked for a peek, I said “careful, it’s mint”

Santa’s hat on tilt, I’m a seasonal flexer

slide in smooth like a discount sleigh on polyester

she said “boy, why you walk with that holiday angle?”

I said “ask no more, that’s the jingle in my jangle”

tree lights bright but I’m brighter, see

wrapping paper rustle when she stands near me

she said “you sound like bells when you take that stride”

I said “blame the charm, not what’s tucked inside”

snow on my boots, no frost on my talk

big red bow when I stroll my walk

jingle my jangle, twist up the angle

festive bounce with a grin I can’t mangle

she wants a carol that’s slightly scandal

step too close and you’ll jingle my jangle

I told her “no list, I’m a freestyle giver”

stocking on her arm starts to twitch and quiver

she laughed, said “stop, you’re a walking pun”

I said “wait till you see how I wrap this fun”

she said “I want cheer, not trouble or mess”

I said “cool, I’m a gent in a sparkly vest”

mulled wine scent when I dip this lane

two-step slick like a candy cane

no toy workshop, but I craft that chat

drop one line and her hat fell flat

she said “you’re trouble in a turtleneck, boy”

I said “calm, it’s part of the joy”

jingle my jangle, twist up the angle

festive bounce with a grin I can’t mangle

she wants a carol that’s slightly scandal

step too close and you’ll jingle my jangle

snowball swagger, grin off-centre

step in quick and the vibe gets tense-er

she said “come through when the bells all tangle”

I said “say no more, you can jingle my jangle”