Almost the witching hour
Children offer their ethereal voices
Hobgoblins their stolen goods
Wolves their carcasses
Santas, the fact that they’ve multiplied
Out of these, The Santas are the most imposing
For they control the distribution of various objects
Objects that entertain or provide sustenance
What if the wolf committed a sin?
Or the hobgoblin stepped into a forbidden time stream?
They’d be denied pure white snow
The latest mechanical eye
Would be given
To tell them what they did wrong
Or as punishment
The Santas, they haven’t decided yet