描述
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
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