Under the cloudy sky Krampus spied on the house from afar, Santa all the time hid in the motorcycle sidecar. The stockings were hung and they watch the fire crack merry, unaware they were being stalked by someone quit scary. A Cloven hoof kicked in the door and the family gasped in horror. The children shrieked dropping presents and candy. The monster grabbed the boy and looked at the mother somewhat randy. On orders, Santa said not a mark, so Krampus beat the bastard with a bag of oranges and tan bark. After the child moaned in a pulp he looked up at the mom and she gave a loud gulp. The cop cars were her release, who knows what she would have done with the beast.
The pair rode off after the damage was done. Krampus smiling, he thought it had been fun. They made their way to another house later that eve. Krampus consulted with Santa if the mystery house should get a reprieve. The pair looked in wondering what the family was about. The tree was decked out as if nothing was ajar, except the top had no angel not even a star. Presents were nestled under the tree with care, in the hopes that the winter solstice would soon be there. They wondered why the family pretended through the Christmas Yule. Maybe they thought denying their kids presents was far too cruel.
Santa remembered the Parents from when they were tots. They were good but their Christmas lists demanded a lot. The children Santa had never visited before, and Krampus didn't remember leaving them in gore. Something was wrong they thought on the matter. Krampus would investigate while Santa ate cookies and got fatter. Claus left the issue to the beast and Krampus consider them a future feast. They left knowing Krampus would be back. The monster was already planning his attack.