christmas poem

tell me less or tell me more
i expect you
a very remarkable history this is
i am old and blind
there is no flock, however watched and tended
there were three in the meadow by the brook
as a naked man i go
i've won the race
before the solemn bronze saint
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i went up and down the streets
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
their beautiful hair
i saw him once before