“candy and coal christmas commotion”

The stockings are hung with a merry delight,  
Children all dreaming of candies tonight—  
Peppermint twists and ribbons of gold,  
Or chocolaty treasures in wrappers that fold.  

The tree twinkles soft with a peppermint glow,  
Ornaments dancing as carols run slow;  
But rumors abound (as they tend to each year):  
Some stockings hold more than just holiday cheer!  

For Santa, they say, keeps a delicate list  
Of mischief and kindness and all that he’s missed.  
A squeal down the corridor: “No! It can’t be—  
This lumpy black coal isn’t meant just for me!”  

Oh, the commotion in candy and coal,  
Sweet sugarplum dreams now a biscuit with holes.  
Sally’s got licorice twirled in her hair,  
Benji holds caramel with chocolate to spare.  

But Tommy remembers that snowball he threw,  
And Lucy recalls fibbing, just once (maybe two).  
The fire crackles with laughter and cries,  
While whispers of “next year, I’ll surely be wise!”  

Yet even as pockets fill up with delight,  
And some little toes tap in coal-studded fright,  
The lesson is light as the buttery frost—  
Christmas is magic, and nothing is lost.  

For every bright stocking, both gentle or bold,  
Holds lessons and sweetness in candy and coal.  
So dash through the rumpus, the ribbons that fly—  
Under the tree, there’s forgiveness nearby.

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