His neighborhood baking the talk of the town, spoken in hushed whispers with a grim frown. Few knew Krampus the beast lurked, they thought the food from a prankster jerk. Krampus toiled with none knowing his work.
Only Idunn watched him bake, Krampus in a hair net for cleanness sake. The girl and monster chatted through the fence, Krampus making cookies full of mince. They shared some of his pumpkin cakes, it was the only tasty dish of all he makes.
His monsterous paw patting her little head, Krampus gave her his famed pumpkin bread. Her parents love it too, Mother covered it in butter eating two. To other houses Krampus deliver swill, no one brave enough to eat there fill. The monsters food wasn't enjoyed, another Christmas sorrow for the girls and boys.
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