With much menace sewn Krampus tired headed home. Content in his handiwork the beast stalked the streets alone. With his wandering Krampus finally came upon a house that wasn't on his list. Nothing on the good nor the bad; how were they missed. Those who did keep Christmas were safe from the monsters wrath, the monster would wish them a happy holiday and continue on his path. But this house had a well decked tree, Krampus peered in wonder who could it be. Looking in at the lights and winter decorating them; Krampus looked at the family within the scene. The kids Krampus didn't know both new to his eye. But the parents the monster remember from times gone by.
Krampus had visited the parents when they were young, visiting them more when their teenaged years had begun. They had just sort of fallen off the lists many years ago. Some decided Christmas was malarkey that had to go. It seemed to be happening more with each passing year. Soon there would be no kids to eat was a growing fear. But there was a tree standing proud and tall. This troubled Krampus he would need to bay Saint Nick a Call. Were they back on the list and Krampus not up to speed, a better message system than reindeer was sorely in need.
It had taken three buses to get to the Mall. Then Krampus waited and waited in an employee bathroom stall. Some time after close the jolly elf entered with a tired groan, taking the stall next to Krampus's own. Krampus got Santa's attention with a few banks and a knock. Thinking himself alone it gave Santa quite a shock. Whispering Krampus told the tale. Santa promised to look into it without fail. The beast was lucky the real Santa was working the mall near his home. The neighbor didn't let the big beast use his phone.