An old man who hangs around with mystical creatures and, one night a year, steals away from his lair in the dead of night to slip undetected into children’s houses and feast upon their treats and leave them creepy dolls in return? This Santa fellow sounds like a real terror.

Here are some poems.

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I.

Watching from afar
Smiling with each awful deed
He’s making a list

II.

Children, watch your steps
Every stumble is noted
Inked in red letters

III.

Slips inside your home
Silently creeps to your room
Crosses out your name

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