Unwrap history's vibrant figgy pudding and revel in yule-tide folly with my Naughty List of the ages.

Draw near, my dears, as the echoes of miscreants past delight in their festive infamy. Upon St. Nick’s gleeful ledger I cast a haloed light, delivering names bound for a wintry underworld of coal and contrition.

These stories dance like spectral sugar plums, a holiday showcase of villainy and vice, blurring the lines of virtue and decorum. Suckle on the sweetness of folly, though beware the aftertaste of yore’s mischief, distilled in a festive brew as dark as midnight snow.

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