Every child there’s been
From Aaron to Zeta
We can build an AI
Because we have the data!

Now, Santa is old
Didn’t quite understand
But he trusts his elves
So he okayed the plan

So the elves cleaned the data
They were very precise
To determine the patterns
In the naughty and nice

Gender and parents
And address and race
Grades and faves
Really, every trace

Billions of children
Made into numbers
AI makes predictions
While each child slumbers

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The goal of the model
(Just to be clear)
Given these patterns
Who’s naughty this year?

They held back a sample
So that they could test
And the model? Not bad.
Ninety percent, at their best.

So they brought it to Santa
And said, never fear!
Predictive machine learning
Will save Christmas this year

Santa pulled out his list
For his own kind of test
Hours later he went
From impressed to distressed

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We can’t use this, he said
You must realize the stakes
There also are patterns
In errors it makes

Like take little Aaron
Do you think it’s fair
That in numbers he’s like
Naughty kids over there?

We’re also assuming
Our own perfect past
Have we made mistakes?
We at least have to ask

Cause look at this insight
The data supplies us
Some elves on these shelves
Might have unconscious bias!

And you all made choices
Which features to add
Are you sure this was fair?
The elves looked quite sad

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