Mr. Darcy and His Gift of Sonnets to PnQ

This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q.
He started then to walk through out its ground
with joy until he felt a little blue.
The grounds that used to be so green with life
where now so white and cold almost with frost
that Michael gave a step to slip in strife
to then just freeze in thought so deeply lost.
He thought how Ben had once re-warmed the fields
and wonder if he too could do just that
So then he stood to think what Christmas yields
while he so slowly just became, guess what?

Oh yes! Our P and Q's dear Santa Claus.
Who gifts some comments too without a cause.