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'Twas the day after Christmas, and in Christmas Town
The big celebration was just winding down.
Santa was resting. He'd had a big night.
He'd seen some strange places, and had quite a fright!
A skeleton fellow who called himself Jack
Had tried to be Santa with reindeer and pack,
But instead of creating a wealth of good cheer
He had filled all the children with horror and fear!
Though he said he had meant well, he'd only caused trouble
And Santa had had to fix things on the double.
A most trying Christmas! But, at least it was done.
No more tasks to be finished -- well, maybe just one.

To see what was left, they would take inventory,
Each elf counting toys in his own category.
Teddy bears, train sets, skates, sleds and dolls,
Bicycles, hula hoops, foot- and base-balls,
The leftover presents were stacked on the shelves
As Santa conferred with a group of his elves.
And, over and over, he heard them explaining
Why there were so very few of the presents remaining:
"There were so very many good children this year!
They deserved all the toys!" "Yes, that point is quite clear."
Santa smiled as he thought of the names on his list.
Nearly all were nice children; no one had been missed.
A few naughty children found coal in their socks --
The worst troublemaker received a whole box!
To punish the children made Santa feel sad,
But how else would they learn that they shouldn't be bad?
A whole world of good children, that was Santa Claus' goal --
But, for now, he was left with three big bags of coal.

"Oh, well," Santa sighed, "No need to be gloomy."
They just made the workshop a little less roomy.
They'd keep until next year; he knew that they would.
And, who knew? Maybe next year no one would be good!
Santa laughed. That was silly! His behavior reporter
Assured him the "Bad" list would keep getting shorter.
Why, this year it held just a handful of names.
He counted them off: Stephen, Nancy and James,
Jeffrey, Angelica, Debbie and Daryl...
Then Santa remembered -- Lock, Shock and Barrel!
Those three little demons were nothing but bad!
They had treated him rudely and made him quite mad!
"I'll teach them a lesson!" he said with a frown.
"It's time for a visit to Halloween Town!"

Santa loaded the three sacks of coal in his sleigh
Then he hitched up a reindeer and set off on his way.
He was filled with delight by the time he touched down
Near the rickety treehouse outside of the town.
Those nasty young imps would let out wretched cries
At the sight of his ugly, black, lumpy surprise!
They'd get what they deserved! he reasoned with pride --
Then Santa looked 'round for a pathway inside...

It was late afternoon. The sky was still light.
It might be a bit tricky to stay out of sight.
After what they had done to him last time, he thought,
He would be better off if he didn't get caught.
So Santa crept 'round till he found a trap door,
Then he made his way, tiptoeing, over the floor.
Lock, Shock and Barrel were not to be found --
Then, Santa heard a most horrible sound!
A whistling, rasping, wheezing and roaring --
A sound that he finally decided was snoring!
In Halloweentown, all creepy and dead,
Folks went out at night and spent daytime in bed!
The three imps were asleep! He spied them and shuddered.
If they'd had their way, he'd have been drawn and buttered.
At the foot of their bed, he left three sacks of coal,
Then, shaking his fist, he crept back through the hole,
And Santa flew home, long before it was night.
He'd done just as he'd planned, and it served the brats right!

Lock, Shock and Barrel awoke from their nap.
They rolled out of bed with a shove and a slap
Then they tripped over three great big lumps on the floor...
"What's in these bags?" "They weren't here before!"
"Look! Here's a tag! Why -- " Shock said with a pause,
"They're presents! For us! And they're from Sandy Claws!"
"That was nice of the ugly old gent," Lock remarked.
"No, that one is yours, this is mine!" Barrel barked.
"Stop it!" Shock smacked them. "I saw this one first!"
"No you didn't, I did!" Barrel whined, and Lock cursed.
The sack tore apart and the contents fell out.
The three of them stared, and they let out a shout.
They tore open the other two bags right away --
"It's coal!" "Lots of coal!" was all they could say.
There was coal everywhere, spilling into the hall --
"Why, that Sandy Claws isn't so bad after all!!"

With a shriek and a whoop, they leaped onto the pile.
On each ghastly face was a great big bright smile.
Their small wicked hearts bubbled over with joy.
They couldn't have wished for a more wonderful toy!

"Imagine the things we can burn at the stake!"
"Just think of the windows all ready to break!"
"We can write naughty words on the Mayor's front wall,
And draw snakes and spiders on the steps of Town Hall!"
"Why, our slingshots will have ammunition forever!"
"If you ask me, that Sandy Claws isn't so clever.
He said naughty children don't get any presents,
So why should he give us all something so pleasant?"
"So he's stupid, who cares?" Shock said with a grin,
As she put a black handprint on Lock's pointed chin.
Barrel wiped his black hands in her curly blue hair
And they smudged themselves, smearing the soot everywhere.
Barrel had soot squishing up through his toes
And Shock sported a big sooty stripe down her nose.
"This is fun!" they all squealed as they made themselves dirty,
And they played with their present till well past twelve-thirty.

Back home, Santa sipped on a drink that was hot.
"Yes," he smiled, "that was quite a good lesson I taught!"