With the power on elves hammered out toys in a sweatshop for the good girls and boys. Reindeer trotted in a stable each in a stall in animatronic Christmas scenes once owned by the mall. Some new others old and dingy, they should be cleaned but the city was stingy.
A forest of lighted trees decks by local clubs, would shine merrily lighting the way to local pubs. Hours later the sausage stand watered Krampus's maw. He found a few left over links in a can with trash and straws.
The monster smiled remembering the traditions start. A gift from the cities mortician, the irony was not lost in Krampus's heart. Chilly air gust odd for a city of the bay, a drop of rain sent our beast upon his way.
This fits in somewhere in the bit talking about christmas in the park
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