Krampus walked home Hungry and confused. Only thinking of grabbing a late night snack let the monster a little amused. The air was a light drizzle and his sneaker had a hole. Skill a little foul weather would not stand between Krampus and his goal. The monster peered in windows for something to eat. If not bad kids maybe a little spoiled meat.
The streets on this side of town looked sad and shabby. The people too weren't Christmasy bur instead sort of crabby. Christmas wasn't always very fun for folks looking for money and finding none. Even Krampus didn't feel a need to make these peoples season worse. Krampus caught a ride to the rich side of town in a hearse. Krampus gave them loads of business this time of year. The morticians were all glad Krampus was here.
Around the houses Krampus crept silent like a cat. None of the bad kids were big boned or fat. Only grisly chauffeured little little jerks. Krampus wanted a double deck kids sandwich with sauerkraut and the works. The only porker was kind and jolly, a delightful little fatso named Pauly. Tonight Krampus would be forced to make do, with a scrawny back talking bastard or two.
Down the chimney no not his style he kicked in the door with a smile. He told the parents what he was about and usually they handed the truants over without a shout. This time was different this time was fun; dad fought with Krampus and told the kids to run. It was odd pops had such moral fiber when the kids had none. Krampus ran off from the fight, laughing and cackling into the night. Children were good but sausage was too and Harry's Hofbrau was open almost until two.
The streets on this side of town looked sad and shabby. The people too weren't Christmasy bur instead sort of crabby. Christmas wasn't always very fun for folks looking for money and finding none. Even Krampus didn't feel a need to make these peoples season worse. Krampus caught a ride to the rich side of town in a hearse. Krampus gave them loads of business this time of year. The morticians were all glad Krampus was here.
Around the houses Krampus crept silent like a cat. None of the bad kids were big boned or fat. Only grisly chauffeured little little jerks. Krampus wanted a double deck kids sandwich with sauerkraut and the works. The only porker was kind and jolly, a delightful little fatso named Pauly. Tonight Krampus would be forced to make do, with a scrawny back talking bastard or two.
Down the chimney no not his style he kicked in the door with a smile. He told the parents what he was about and usually they handed the truants over without a shout. This time was different this time was fun; dad fought with Krampus and told the kids to run. It was odd pops had such moral fiber when the kids had none. Krampus ran off from the fight, laughing and cackling into the night. Children were good but sausage was too and Harry's Hofbrau was open almost until two.
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