Her family returned to music ringing from the neighbors yard. Singing and ringing out songs of Christmas under a veil of stars. Idunn again watched from above a pair playing music with love. One wore rags and the other a tux but they played in unison without any flux. The bums voice was ragged but warm and sweet. His beautiful performance would bring crowds to their feet. He sang of old city bars, streetlight and drinks for free. Wishing everyday was Christmas was his final plea.
Ancient rhymes sung of olden times with Krampus humming along. Sang and swelled from the backyard the whole night long. These miscreants of Christmas didn't care the hour was late. They didn't even pause when the Trash Men were banging on the gate. The concert was for Krampus sole and alone. He was cloistered in the safety of his backyard home.