Santa knows when you have cursed,
And been quite naughty, at your worst.
But haloed good, as good can be?
Then, Christmas morning 'neath your tree,
You'll find rewards from Santa dear.
That jolly elf will make it clear
You were perfection in his scoring
As good as gold. (But twice as boring)
So if you should be deemed as bad
You must refrain from getting mad
And try to give your soul a lift.
Remember, coal is still a gift.
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