Keith, beautiful story!

Mine is a bit trivial:

I could not wait till lazy old man
climbs down my chimney with a box in his hand
And who was my darling, you might want to guess?
A cheerful fellow from UPS.

That was a relief from anxiety pain,
a black shiny box (not from an airplane)
Still cold from a harsh night, in Alberta
Hey , musicians in there! Are you alive, or muerta?

I had to believe it, was getting exhausting.
I knew that it's better to leave it defrosting
I could't walk that last long mile
And plugged in the port frickin Audiophile