Hurry filled the cool air of a day filled with Christmas toil. Krampus had much to do and still needed to boil the oil. Knives must be sharpened and claws must be dirty. The elves would be here sharply at six thirty. Idunn peaked over the fence while he was entrenched in his tasks. The monster was busy draining pus into flasks. Idunn asked but Krampus said she didn't want to know, but said it added a contagious element to the show. He told her of all his work and said this time she couldn’t help, after all 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. He stretched and limbered, warming up for the kids he would 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. 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. 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