It was December 24th on Hollis Ave in the dark
When I seen a man chilling with his dog in the park
I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear
Looked at his dog, oh my God, an ill reindeer
But then I was illin because the man had a beard
And a bag full of goodies, 12 o'clock had neared
So I turned my head a second and the man had gone
But he left his driver's wallet smack dead on the lawn
I picked the wallet up then I took a pause
Took out the license and it cold said "Santa Claus"
A million dollars in it, cold hundreds of G's
Enough to buy a boat and matching car with ease
But I'd never steal from Santa, cause that ain't right
So I was going home to mail it back to him that night
But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree
Was a letter from Santa and the dough was for me

This update serves two purposes.  The first is to reiterate the fact that Christmas in Hollis is the 

greatest Christmas song ever.  Second, it is to warn everyone that sending cash through the mail

is never a good idea.  Come on, Run, you should know better.  But your heart was in the right place,

so we all forgive you.

Merry Christmas!