Late Poem on an Early Lent

I gave up on giving up but kept up with appearances.
I gave into temptation but kept the noise down.

I gave at the office too, I keep telling them, every other holiday season. You know,
the other season
 / the winter birthing holiday, not the spring rebirthing.

But all this snow gave them cause for confusion, so they kept on asking.

Finally I gave in and lent them some money.