Krampus for Christmas part 43

Krampus wasn't and elf nor good with his hands but krampus helped charity in ways he can.  Big toy stores all filled with Christmas rush, Krampus encouraged shoppers donate or blood would gush.

At Christmas toys for tots left out a bin, Krampus made sure each and every person tossed a couple of toys in.  The monster didn't talk or say a word, just swished his switch lightly the message clearly heard. A couple of teenagers tried to sneak by they were unhurt mostly, just a blackened eye.

One night Idunn trotted up with an unwrapped toy, the monster cracked a little smile to the girls bounding joy.  Her parents hurried off worried Krampus may eat her, but Idunn knew there was no reason to fear.

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Krampus held a few managers in a hole for a few weeks.  It was dark with spiders and long ago started to reek.  The monster whipped them every few nights, those the only moments they saw light.

In a meeting they decided no party for the Yule, the reason; the economy had been very cruel.  Wisely giving themselves a raise for all the money they had saved. None thought of spending their own dime.  The workers would understand, they would be fine.

They denied a small Christmas thanks, a crime Krampus though rank.  This wasn't charity it was earned, Krampus's monstrous fury burned. 

Our Beast heard of this rounded up the villains.  Lashing entitled asses until blood was spillin.  One soiled himself for which Krampus took a kidney, mailing  it overnight to a dialysis patient in Sydney.

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The blood moon found our beast hunting about the streets alone.  Not Christmas, he couldn't touch kids still he hungered for meat and bone.  He tried for cats but they had claws and were to quick for his paws.  Raccoons were tasty but far too sly, he was about to give up when an opossum caught his eye.  The critter was ugly and mean and the possum too.

These pouched rodents were a little dumb and Krampus felt and idea starting to come.  He got some cat food and rigged a trap then waited for the vermin taking a little nap.  Hours later bang came from box, reaching in he found a fat kid crying in shock.  Krampus pulled him up eye to eye, snarling as the kid continued to cry. 

"Whats your name child, be quick don't lie" "Paul Pickle" he stammered dropping his eyes.  Krampus remembered him from the goodie list.  Krampus couldn't take a nibble now he was really pissed.

Krampus sent him on his way warning to avoid his snares. If fatty got home it wasn't one of Krampus cares.  He finally got a wood rat and a few crows.  Not a bad stew as far as roadkill goes.

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Again in the yard Krampus places a Christmas scene.  Jesus in nativity all glowing in saintly sheen. Mary and Joseph stood nearly four foot tall.  Hand carved by Krampus not the crap you get at the mall.  The beast was Bavarian and woodwork in his soul. Even Santa elves would be proud of his toil.

Lights shone like a beacon calling onlookers there.  To wonder at the jolly house and the Christmas in the air. He stole a donkey and a couple of merry pigs, corralling them in the yard quit impressive digs.

The neighbors would soon come to see his work, Krampus hoped on his bike kick starting with a jerk.  Fleeing the scene the monster smiled proud tearing of with the motor running loud.  Back home he wondered what Idunn mights say to a night.  He would tell her later and see if she trembled in Krampus fright

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Silent and stoic Krampus finally took the little girls hand.  The beast asked "why aren't you afraid.  Like any little girl would?"  Idunn thought a moment "I can pretend; do you think I should?"  Krampus snarled disgusted at himself. "She thinks I'm funny silly like an elf!"

The girl told of her watching so many months, even of flowing his little hunts.  How after time the monster was a matter of fact, she even accused the kid eats was just an act.

"No" the beast roared, I'd eat you if allowed. Krampus monstered and menaced and furled his brow.  Idunn just laughed and hugged a hairy leg.  "How did a monster scare this girl did he have to beg?"  She was unrelenting and determined; wouldn't bend.  Krampus finally was forced to let her be his friend.

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The gang broken into the movie house interrupting the show.  It was something about Pine tree Vermont hoping it was going to snow.  The monstrous band lashed the crowd howling for their blood.  Krampus himself mauled the Mayor he was know for graft and sling of the mud. 

The Krampusse devoured the concession stand even if the popcorn sort of stale. Glass and candy was scattered on the floor.  Everything gone, Krampus smiled contently upon the gore.

It was a gala night before the carnage came, now the rich of the splendid town lay broken and in pain. Krampus knew most were crooks and got what they deserved.  He was happy for the Jolly backdrop on which his vengeance was served.

Everything you want

Streetlights infuse and turn the night into day.   Taking this sea of streets and turning it hollow and cold; this land is new pushed back from the bold.  The wilderness sinks back into vague scents of sage at the edges of mind.  These things only take meaning to those in desperate need and it goes away unless there is something greatly wrong.  Driving with some need that defines and sets me apart. I'm in with memory hoping for meaning but these are not really there anymore.  Birds take wing off the night in some hoping gasp of flight, but I am one of broken wing left in yearning.  Far from home i'm hoping for return.

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Krampus worked with an elf on Christmas Eve. The monster did the dirty work and elf flew with Santa keeping a few tricks up his sleeve. He delivered a special package for Krampus, if things went bad.  Even good kids had biting dogs or stale cookies which made Santa mad. With a word down the chime a present was tossed, smelling the aftermath your lunch was lost.

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.  Besides he wasn't furry he hadn't the hair.

They called him Piet in his wintry home, few wanted to meet him being 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.

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The teacher rolled over throwing an arm over the brute, it was a wild night there was no refute.  Miss Deroon stroked Krampus's furry chest, Her night with the savage monster had been her best. 

Clothes cast about the torn into shreds, She wondered if she'd need a new bed.  She happily laughs with Krampus stroking her hair in his paws.  For a monster he was gentle never scratching her with his wicked claws. 

Krampus tongue drooped out as it often did, She enjoyed this to under the covers where they hid.  Then the beast fried up eggs; breakfast was important to start the day.  With a hug and kiss they each were on their way.

Krampus Collected

Hi i have collected, cleaned up and reorganized the Krampus for Christmas story.  I hope it makes a little more since now.  I work in notepad and then just copy up here with no edits most of the time. I have pulled out the Halloween section as I want to rework it.  I will be adding in some of my own, pathetic, illustrations over the next few days.

I really need to hook up with an artist to get this from my head to reality.  If you are an artist and interested in illustrating my crap please contact me.

I am also looking for feedback on the story if you have anything you want to say please let me know.  I am just working in a vacuum currently.  I really don't have the full Krampus story at hand so I am just appropriating him for my own devices.

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Krampus for Christmas part 35

On some nights Krampus just watched TV buy the first at home.  Though usually a fire he set and the house not his own.  Our monster wasn't above arson to what a favorite show and they only play A Christmas Story a few times you know.

Krampus happy for whoville when good turned the Grinch.  He thought the sad little tree would do in a pinch.  The monster chimed along so angels got their wings.  He even watch a Cailliou Christmas though he hated the thing.

With a fire still blazing the cops came around ringing out their sirens a terrible sound.  Krampus lingers a little long, a copper banged him on the head with a billy club knocking him out with a KABONG.

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With the power on elves hammered out toys in a sweatshop for the good girls and boys.  Reindeer trotted in a stable each in a stall in animatronic Christmas scenes once owned by the mall. Some new others old and dingy, they should be cleaned but the city was stingy.

A forest of lighted trees decks by local clubs, would shine merrily lighting the way to local pubs.  Hours later the sausage stand watered Krampus's maw.  He found a few left over links in a can with trash and straws.

The monster smiled remembering the traditions start.  A gift from the cities mortician, the irony was not lost in Krampus's heart.  Chilly air gust odd for a city of the bay, a drop of rain sent our beast upon his way.


This fits in somewhere in the bit talking about christmas in the park

Krampus for Christmas part 33

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Some garland the halls when they toss up the tree, Others might give a week to adding the house with holiday glee.  Krampus really got started on the day of the dead all full of mole and sweet bread.  The beast rented a huge storage locker, filled to the gills with ornaments oh what a shocker. 

Krampus had different styles and themes loading his shelves, even Japanese knee hugging elves.  He could put on a sixties lounge Christmas with glitz and flair, even a sad little forties Christmas when war was in the air.

The monster had Sears wish book from every year, yes he had Montgomery Wards and Penny's you needn't fear.  Some had toys circled, he would have liked as a lad; but Krampus never got presents he was Always bad.

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Krampus gathered pumpkins after Halloween half smashed on the road. He left them rotting on his window sill until they were three weeks to old. From them baking thanksgiving pie, with home make crust that drew many flies.

Yams were hand smashed and candied golden brown, soaked in syrup so sweet it was hard to get down.  Scallop corn and stuffing rounded out the meal, It was so heavy anyone else would be sick, bu Krampus heaped on seconds and thirds with a happy squeal.

Who knows what part kids played in the feast, he may have ground their bones to make the biscuit yeast.  There was some doubt as it was before the season, but Krampus knew a butcher with meats for every reason.


This fits in somewhere with the thanksgiving scene

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Krampus enjoyed the Siberian metal Christmas and wished he could attend the show, but to that Fresh Aire Christmas flatly said no.  We was left luke warm with saxophone Christmas by Kenny G.  The monster had no use for Bocelli.  The new sung Christmas records kept less than they missed.

A Vince Guaraldi Christmas really put the beast in a Christmas mood.  To such pleasant jazzy sounds the monster couldn't menace or brood. 

Some Canadian had a song about a winters night, that Krampus felt really got the tidings right.  He liked a song The greedies had made, he even liked one that talked about being Slade.


This fits in with the bit with krampus buying records

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Even with lessons some folks don't learn, soon than later another visit was earned.  Krampus again waited deep in the night, to catch the family in solstice eve'y delight.  This time he took the chimney breaking it apart, then bursting in like Santa only evil and dark.  The fire cracked with a bright Krampus plum then burning logs flew into the room. 

Krampus cackled grabbing the boy, taking a bite for his ear with pugilistic joy.  Next was the girl caning her ass, this year she was a bitchy condescending young lass. 

Daddy was punched and knocked out his wind, Mommy took a switch right in the end.  Their phone list at last Krampus took, to visit their friends according to the book.  Lastly Krampus set the manger after strolled out the door, after all it was the reason Christmas was for.

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Krampus claws at the windows menacing the kids, In terror looking outside, krampus cast only a shadow monstrously whilst he hid.  Later scrapping glass with hideous huge claws,  Children fled in horror waking parents to call the Law.  The Beast disappeared for a moment, hoping mad parents would do his work.  But these were the sorts that didn't spank bad children, you know them as jerks.

Well tucked in with water, told it was only dreams; Krampus smiled in their windows delighting in their screams.  They made Dad check for prowlers all through the yard.  Krampus left a present that Daddy stepped in runny not at all hard.  Garden hose washing his foot proved to be a chore, He didn't notice our monster slipping in the door.

The next morning the house was a mess, Krampus had out done himself but it was only a start I must confess.  Stockings were filled with a gift know one liked, The monster had disassembled the kids riding bikes.  A pillow was left in the middle of the living room, out of place, slightly wet and giving off fumes.  He places a fair angel at the top of the tree, topping off the water when he needed to take a wee.

To the carousel Krampus returned the angels rescued from the trash. Finally leaving he threw open the door with a crash.

Cinema

Some time ago I wrote about my perceived laziness of the Stanford Theatre.  Now I would like to mention a Theater that seems to be kicking all sorts of ass, The Bal Theatre.  The Bal is an older theater that has gone through the Bay Area theater life cycle of first run, discount, and most recently Indian films.  But now it has been resurrected if you will.  Now it is hosting event film nights that are awesome.

For Halloween they are teaming up with a Bay Area film events and someone calling himself Lord Blood-Rah, to deliver two special nights of Halloween films.  Exactly the sort of thing I was hoping for from the Stanford Theatre. 

Bay Area film events is a group that is dedicated to making movies fun again.  They do large events that take an obscure genre and do the hell out of it.  They have done fantastic events with Godzilla and Ultraman.  They even brought in people in suits to battle on stage.  They seem to be hell bent on making the Bal the source for great geek film events in the bay area.  More power to them I say.

Lord Blood Rah is a horror film host in the vein of Bob Wilkins.  I was pretty young and had pretty weird parents, so I didn't see much of Creature Feature as a lad.  I knew Mr. Wilkens as captain cosmic the host of the afternoon kids block.  They had some great Japanese series like the above mentioned Ultraman and sort of geared many of us unsuspecting kids into scifi.  Blood-Rah is more traditional in his approach taking on a character similar to Uncle Creepy from the comics.  He hosts films with stories and trailer reels.  He is not the full blown spook show host that seems to do a show far beyond the movie itself.  It's a bit of a shame I would like to see something like that.

I whole heartedly hope you take a look at the Bal and make a trip to one of their events. 

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Krampus tore at a tuba player and wrapped brass about him like a bow.  The monster preferred guitar, this was a critique of the show.  Pipers and players neither were spared, Flutes rammed down throats and up other places; you would have glared. 

His hoof smashed tables shattering plates, If you love carnage you'd say it just great.  Blows fell a busboy, he was embezzling from the bar.  Krampus's switch lashed the evil, them running near and far.  The beast was on them with a bound, whips and cries a musical sound.



A little more for the scene at the Ahwanhee

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After the rampage streets were upended, trash cans dumped over flattened and bended.  The monster howled and roar through the night, Waking up toddlers to no parents delight.

If anything it was a warning a reminder he prowled.  More children awoke crying each time he howled.  Perhaps they'd be better knowing he was about, So again he roared with a beastly shout.

Around houses were bad kids dwelled he looked for a tree.  Lifting his leg like a dog and left a pee.  It smelled of brimestone oh very foul. heading off to the next house with a satisfied growl.

On some houses claws carved little runes, festive viking warnings Christmas was coming soon.  This year it would bring something dark, Krampus chuckled after leaving his mark.