Twas the night before Justice, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even the louts. They lay in bed sleeping, they had not a care, About the people, they’d hurt or treated unfair. They had no way of knowing their deeds had been tracked. Not by blogs, or the news, but a crazed maniac. He sat jotting names, being careful not to miss Any transgressors to place on the naughty list. The Naughty List is a book of transgressions committed when people think no one is looking. Read along and ask yourself, is it wrong to commit a crime if no one knows you did it?