You’ve been binge-watching Netflix. But I’ll give you credit for watching Schitt’s Creek.

You supported local restaurants during the shutdown. Don’t worry, Santar thinks your pandemic weight is sexy.

You muted your mic on that mid-virtual-meeting bathroom break. 2021 will be your year.

Santar loves Christmas music, but thanks for waiting until after Thanksgiving to play Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas.”

Santar knows that “maskne” ruins your selfies. But you’re a really good person for wearing a mask.

You shared 50% less food photos on Instagram. Santar smiles upon thee.

You put on actual pants during the pandemic. Even just once. Santar blesses you with good fortune in 2021.

Thanks for not posting Mandelorian spoilers. Santar adds a little Bailey’s to your next cup of coffee.

To some, sharing your Netflix password might be “stealing,” but Santar considers it “generosity.”

Even though it’s uncomfortable, you still wear your mask. Santar gifts you a fresh stimulus check.

You resisted the urge to argue politics on Facebook. And you voted. Santar smiles upon thee.

Your memes kept Santar laughing this year. Expect a happy and fun 2021.

No deodorant during the pandemic was a bold move. But at least it kept people 6 feet away.

Rumor is you hoarded toilet paper during the Pandemic. You will spend Christmas Day stuck on the crapper.

This is for all the Facebook game requests you sent in 2010. I didn’t forget.

You wore your mask under your nose. You’re cursed with 8 Lords-of-Leaping on your flat screen.

Heard you left out almond milk for Santa last year. Santar curses your “good side” on your christmas card.

You had fast-food every day for a week. You’re cursed to eat raw kale and cilantro smoothies for 7 days.

You supported local restaurants during the shutdown. But did you leave a tip? Coal for you!

Did your Wi-Fi really crash during that virtual meeting? Forget coal. Expect 10lbs of reindeer droppings.

Your mask wearing practices do not follow CDC Guidelines. Therefore, you’re cursed to repeat 2020. Twice.

You complained there’s nothing to stream on Netflix. You’re cursed to binge-watch Emily in Paris.

Let’s face it: you’re the reason Santa has a naughty list. You know what you did.