Friday, November 04, 2011

Krampus for Christmas part 79


Sort of a clean up of a scene adding idunn 


Krampus shoved up dog crap with Christmas glee, packaging each in a nicely wrapped bag you see.  They tossed them down the chimney when Santa was mad, to add something special to tidings joyous and glad.  A special touch the beast added to the holiday; Krampus's merry mark to a night gentle and gay.  Hurry filled the frigid air it was the day before Christmas all was toil.  The Krampus must polish his chains and boil the oil.  Knives must be sharp and claws nice and dirty.  There wasn't time for Ms. Deroon; no time to be flirty.

Idunn peaked over the fence while he was his task, Krampus almost cried she wore her Halloween Krampus mask.  The monster finally laughed saying it looked just like him, praising the girl but reminding her to stay in.  Good children sleep when Santa was about ,  he would see her tomorrow there was no reason to pout.  He told her of all his work and said this time she couldn’t help,  she was a girl not an elf.   She wished Krampus a happy Christmas then went back in where it was warm.  The girl’s parents  still knew nothing of the beast or his horns.

Krampus chewed on a bone then gave it to the dog, stretching his arms there were children to flog.  He did some deep bends then touched his toes; Christmas wasn't a time for cramps when you rained down blows.
It wasn't quit dark when the fat man sleighed through the yard, Ho ho'ing to Krampus the fat tub of lard.  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 drops. 

With Santa so busy, 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 when 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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