Krampus worked with an elf on Christmas Eve. The monster did the dirty work and elf flew with Santa keeping a few tricks up his sleeve. He delivered a special package for Krampus, if things went bad. Even good kids had biting dogs or stale cookies which made Santa mad. With a word down the chime a present was tossed, smelling the aftermath your lunch was lost.
This elf wasn't Hermie though he was interested in teeth. He hoped to pull them from kids and make a wreath. He never though himself Krampus he wouldn't dare, he just hoped to be a fitting heir. Besides he wasn't furry he hadn't the hair.
They called him Piet in his wintry home, few wanted to meet him being alone. On Christmas he radioed Krampus if there was a change of plans. They had their own frequency not using citizen bands. If a house turned bad, or rarely good, Krampus radioed back that he heard and understood.
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