Maud's Many Poems Vol.1

When you hear the sleigh bells ringing,

and you know you've been a naughty pony,

When Santa Hooves delivers your present,

expect something very stony.

Cold like a lump, dark as night.

You see him ride away in the starlight.

Even though you got coal, you're filled with cheer,

and will try to be nice, next year.