Krampus was a monster and monsters don't use sleighs, instead he drove a motorbike with a side car to make is way. Santa thought it slow but seeing only bad kids there were fewer stops; not counting the years the economy had a drop. Tonight he made a special visit to a special house on his list; these kids and parents had Krampus fucking pissed.The monster hoped for some hint of redemption but expected to see none. He hunted through the trash for evidence, even more angry when he was done. Candle carousel angels picked out and thrown with the junk, peering in he saw the now unheavenly toy spinning on a trunk.
The tree was decked out as if nothing was ajar, except the top had no angel not even a star. Presents were nestled under the tree with care, in the hopes that the winter solstice would soon be there. Why even try to pretend through the Christmas yule. Keeping ones own rites was a reason he deeply respected the Jews. But here they mocked Christmas and said it was actually stolen from them, when in youth Santa brought them might man and monster and Spirograph with colored pens.
Krampus watched not knowing what to do, he was going to take his time with his vengeance. It would be awhile until he was through
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