More Rule 1: Stealth Mode ExPanded

The Grump checked his shadow, he checked it twice, Determined to help without being "nice." He wore a dark scarf and a camouflaged hat, To hide the bright halo that hummed where he sat. "I’ll drop off this rocking horse," he whispered with glee, "And no one will know it was gifted by me!"

He hovered quite low o'er a mushroom-top roof, Trying his best to be silent and aloof. But a wing hit a chimney—a clumsy mistake— And he dropped a whole jar of organic fruitcake. It landed with thuds, like a drum in the night, And his heart gave a surge of pure, golden light.

The glow was so blinding, it lit up the street, Exposing his feathers from head to his feet! An elf popped a window, "Oh, look at the glow! The Grump-Angel’s here with a light-show in tow!" The Grump tried to hiss, but it came out a "Coo," As he accidentally dropped a second gift, too.

He zoomed for the forest, his face turning red, "My reputation is ruined!" he grumpily said. But back in the village, the elves cheered his name, While he practised his scowl to hide all his shame. He’d failed at being sneaky, he’d failed at the dark, But he’d left the whole town with a bright, joyful spark.