He’s making a list and checking it twice
Gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.
At last when he checks and notes each misdeed
He finds on that list so much vice, so much greed.
Will the fiends find stockings marked black of dropped coal
Will each meet the darkness when the bell sounds its toll
Coal they will get, but found on their lips
As Isaiah of old, God sin does eclipse
Born in the shadow of star, the little one lies
The naughty list cleared, as later he dies.
Pastor Philip Hoppe, December 15, 2010
I love writing Phil. 🙂 Well done.