Goatee, Mysterious package, Phone poem

There he was, it was midnight and he was creeping around the house.  I was young then, so I was scared.  I heard a ringing noise, probably from a a phone, so I snuck downstairs to see who it was.  What i saw came to my surprise.  He had a long white goatee.  His slow careful tacit movements were that of a panther.  He then took out a mysterious package from his bag and put it under my christmas tree, and when I blinked he was gone.