Dear 1 Sally,
Santa here, writing to you from the North Pole, and I’m sorry to say that the Naughty alarms were blaring recently. You should have seen poor Rudolf, dropping his . . . well, let’s just call them droppings everywhere because he hates that “OOO-aahh!” noise.
And do you know why the alarms were blaring? Yes, I’m afraid it was you.
Now 1 Sally, I know you are capable of so much more. Deep down you’re a good child, and there’s still time. You can still make it back on to my Nice List by 2 not lying about doing your homework.
Come on, 1 Sally—make me proud again! Because if you keep alarming Rudolf, I might not bring you a bag of coal on Christmas Eve, but a bag of Rudolf’s donations instead. While they may look like chocolate-covered raisins, they are not. Believe me, they are not.
Let’s makes this a merry Christmas; not a messy one.