The Naughty List Debate
Oh, Santa, dear Santa, let’s talk face-to-face,
This “naughty or nice” thing feels out of place.
For life isn’t so simple, it’s layered and vast,
And your list needs a rethink—it’s stuck in the past.
I jest and I joke, with a wink and a grin,
But does that mean my heart holds some secret sin?
A bawdy sense of humor, some cheeky delight,
Brings laughter to others—how can that not be right?
If naughty means mischief and playful good cheer,
Then the world could use more of that, year after year.
For kindness can sparkle in mischievous eyes,
And humor, like magic, helps spirits to rise.
So, Santa, be wise when you’re checking that list,
See beyond pranks that some might have missed.
The heart of a saint beats under this jest,
Spreading joy, love, and mirth—that’s my personal quest.
So whether you label me naughty or nice,
Just know that my laughter’s my gift, my device.
To make life more jolly, to brighten the day—
Now, Santa, be honest, would you have it another way?
Poem by Betsy Franz with the help of ChatGPT
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