Ho-ho

I am Santa's laughter; mirthful, bearded.
Ho!
I chuckle down your chimney,
creeping low, dragging cheer like a burden behind me.
I am Santa's laughter; lurking, sleuthing.
Ho!
Find me in your stocking, diamond peals and rough titteration.
I am Santa's laughter; forced, and contrived.
A blue-eyed thief tickled me from the belly of a rich Turk,
whose pockets guffawed at the jingle of coins,
meant for good little whores, to save them from boys.
I am Santa's laughter; you know me well.
Ho!
Cookie crumbs cacchinate as spoilt milk slides across split sides;
Santa cannot resist.