Hainted by Santa, in March

Having been alone rounding
three days, I walked into
my client’s garage on
some domestic search, only
to be greeted by the beginning
of the tune
claiming Santa Claus
is coming to town;
assuming
I would find
a gaudy decoration
w/ a dying battery, there was
no such display, not so much as
an awkwardly labeled box
or a dusty string of Christmas lights
to hint at
its existence, & just
as I shook my head to imply
that I gave up, the tune
warbled confidently
to its finish,
w/out repeat.