Merry Christmas, nerds.
The Boy Who Asked for Coal
On a frosty white night
Near the end of December
An old Delibird prepping for flight
Had just started to remember
Of all the good girls and boys
Who send letters to the North Pole
One asked not for candy or toys
But a stocking full of coal!
“What sort of child,” he pondered aloud
“Would ever, oh ever, want all of that?”
The moon peered from an icy cloud
As fresh snow speckled his hat
Yet he stood there with hardly a clue!
And as precious night ticked from the zone
He exclaimed right out of the blue
“Ah yes, I remember that boy— that Steven Stone!”