WHO AM I?

You'll know when I'm coming,

From the jingle of my bell;

But exactly who I am

Is not always easy to tell.

Children await me,

And find me quite jolly;

But I'm not to be found

In halls decked with holly.

My job is a cold one,

I'm a man most would know;

But my business is bad

In sleet, ice, or snow.

I pass many houses,

Stopping at some;

But please - don't think twice,

It has nothing to do with naughty and nice.

I travel on business,

I make my rounds;

But no reindeer I assure you

Ever haul me around.

No, no, to be sure - when I come to town,

I do all my traveling firmly on the ground.

I love the Christmas season, just like you,

But it's not the best time - and I tell you true,

It's not my favorite season,

And it's for a sound economic reason.

Answer:

The ice cream man