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An elf named Lotty lived in the North Pole, 
in charge of keeping Santa's fire in coal.
He lit, he shovelled, he scooped with delight, 
as the last toy was made on Christmas Eve night. 

By the fireside sat the sack full of toys, 
tied up nice and tightly for the good girls and boys. 
While keeping Claus warm was an honour, not an ask,  
the toy sack removal was Lotty's essential task. 

The sleigh sat gleaming by the flickering flames, 
while the elves printed addresses of the long list of names. 
"Come Dasher, Dancer, Rudolph and Vixen," 
Santa called out as Lotty finished up fixing.  

Reaching for his hat and with the reindeer all fed,
"Let's deliver these toys," the jolly man said. 
"Up, up!," Santa boomed, "into the night sky," but bad turbulence caused Santa's sack to untie. 
With horror and shock Santa glared at the floor, 
as lumps of black coal were scattered galore. 

With a 360 turn Santa steered the reins, 
"If we don't soon get back - we'll have disappointed weins."
Santa reached for the dust his friend Tinkerbell bought, 
and in spite of her warning he threw the whole lot. 
With the speed his white beard blew right over his head, 
meaning the reindeer mistook him for a ghost instead. 

They pranced even harder and with all of their might, 
at this frightening white ghost on the back of their flight. 
Never before had such speeds been recorded, 
not even when superheros are in Earth's orbit.

With a gasp at the speed, Santa longed for a breath
and shouted 'whooo hoooo" but in ghostly distress. 
The shock and the fright made the reindeer implore
"Please get us back quickly to the North Pole."

They landed with sleigh marks right up to the door, 
as the ghost fell with a thud onto the sleigh floor. 
Lotty raced out to meet them to get the swap done, 
afraid she could see the first sighting of sun. 

The reindeer they yelled "Lotty, capture the ghost!"
that held Santa captive when they needed him most. 
Lotty laughed at the sight upon the night flight, 
Evan Santa could give you a mighty good fright. 

Back up to the sky, how the time flies, 
the reindeer darted back through the continental skies. 
With sunrise in Australia just an hour away, 
it was time for quick measures on tonight's Christmas sleigh. 

So, if you ever find coal shoved in your stocking, 
don't think it terrible or in any way shocking. 
It's not always the case that you have been naughty, 
but perhaps a mix up by Santa and Lotty.
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