Detriti's Gift

Detriti, bony and cold She's undead, or so it's been told She travels far and wide, on Christmas Eve night To deliver coal, with all her might No toys or presents, just lumps of black To those who've been naughty, no looking back She doesn't care if you've been good or bad All she wants is to make you sad But beware, dear pilgrims, don't despair For Detriti's gift of coal may not be fair Perhaps you can change her undead mind And turn her heart, one more time So be good, and do what you ought And maybe, just maybe, you'll get what you sought A gift from Detriti, on Christmas Day A present to brighten your way ...