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Red is his clothes, not to shed blood. Love and kindness are shared like gifts in a flood. But the red of Satan is dangerous, which makes everyone nervous. White is his beard, representing peace, unafraid. He has a smiling face that draws kids near. He shakes their hands with gifts, nothing to fear. Satan, on the other hand, carries a devil's tray, Portraying nothing but evil, moulding clay. But we celebrate Christmas with charisma, Not hiding behind a beastly mask that creates a dilemma. Let's promote peace, not fight or war. Let peace reign, and merriment galore! I made some minor changes to improve the punctuation, grammar, and clarity of the poem.