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Santa Claus is Coming to Town – part 2

Santa Claus is coming to town part 2

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Krampus was tired and a bit depressed. His night had gone well, perhaps too well. There were so many naughty children to punish that he had broken his switches half a dozen times from all the beatings.
His lot in life was to only see the bad and it brought him great sadness as he crawled back into his cave to sleep until next year.
A sound woke him from his slumber and he growled a warning.
“Wake up Krampus, I have a job for you,” a booming voice echoed through the cave.
Krampus rattled his chains and growled as he crawled from the cave. Whoever this interloper was he would pay for waking a grumpy Krampus.
Krampus emerged from his cave baring his teeth and then stopped when he saw the big red sleigh. The red clothing and huge white beard quickly told Krampus that Santa had come for a visit. Beside the big man was a lovely woman in a flowing dress, Mrs. Claus.
Krampus growled at the jolly duo. How dare they bring their smiles to his cave of sorrow.
“Krampus you look depressed,” Mrs. Claus said. “I told Santa we had to do something nice for you.”
“You did great work Krampus,” Santa said. “All the naughty children have been punished and I have no doubt they’ve learned their lesson and will be good next year. But come with us, I want to give you a gift before you go to sleep for another year.”
Krampus grumbled but knew he would never be left in peace by these overly jolly elves if he retreated into his cave. With a huff he crawled into the sleigh and hung his head to await whatever indignity the duo would impose on him.
The sleigh took to the sky and flew down to the world of men. Soon it spiraled down and landed in a large courtyard. Hundreds of people, young and old, crowded the space and cheered as Santa and Mrs. Claus descended from the sleigh. A gasp ran through the crowd as Krampus dropped to the ground.
“Merry Christmas,” Santa bellowed. “I’ve brought a new friend for you all to meet. Show Krampus your Christmas spirit.”
It started low but quickly grew. Cheers and shouts of ‘Merry Christmas Krampus’ echoed through the courtyard.
Krampus felt a strange warmth, he had never been cheered before. Santa led his wife and Krampus to a dias with a pair of chairs and piles of toys. The trio sat and children, good children all, walked forward to receive gifts and all wished Krampus a Merry Christmas.
The scary beast did not feel so scary for once. The children smiled at him and thanked him as he handed them presents. Soon he found himself laughing and smiling.
His work had ensured that there were good people to enjoy this holiday and he felt his sorrow lift as he discovered the good he was doing for the world.
The night soon ended and Santa returned Krampus to his cave. As the Christmas Devil entered the cave he turned one last time and growled a thank you to the jolly old elf. He was eager for sleep so that he could awaken next year to once again create a better world and bring joy.

Happy Holidays all. A special holiday greeting to the folks in my picture today. This was my friends Piers and his lovely wife Julie (sorry Krampus I don’t know who was in the costume) from @SantasCauseDc during last year’s @KrampusnachtDC
Check out their pages, its a great charity, and a great fun night.

 

 

 

 

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Krampus Unchained

Krampus Unchained

A horror novella of retribution and redemption.

 

Krampus, also known as the Christmas Demon and punisher of krampuswicked children, has been entombed for 1,000 years.
A man who feels the world is against him frees the monster who promptly goes on a killing spree.
Santa is Krampus’ opposite.
It is up to Santa and a young girl who is an unlikely hero to stop the rampage before more innocents die.
A novella of terror for a season usually committed to joy.

What reviewers are saying:

“A combination of forgotten myths, faltering beliefs and cycles of rediscovery and redemption. ” – Christopher A.
“A great story that held my attention from begining to end. I never put it down!” – Annette B.

“What if fairy tales are actually based on something real? Real and more horrible than you can even imagine…” – Diana C.

“..a story of sin, violence and redemption and the clash of two ancient powers…” – Dave M.

“A rollicking story. One where the gods themselves appear to reinforce in humanity the consequence of naughty vs. nice.” – Tim T.

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Krampus Unchained – a holiday horror tale

Krampus Unchained

A holiday horror tale of retribution and redemption

Edmund de Wight

 

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In the unbroken darkness of the cave a beast breathes. Metallic clicks accompany each slow, ragged inhalation and exhalation. The mountain of chains, each link made of metal as thick as a man’s arm, shifts with each breath.

The chain almost fills the space of the cave. It wraps around the beast hundreds of times until the creature is invisible within the pile of dull gray metal. Its imprisonment has lasted so long it almost does not remember what it is; but it is eternal as is its memory. It remembers that it is Krampus.

One thousand years the beast has lain trapped in the dwarf forged metal. Belief in the crucified man weakened Krampus making him too feeble to defend himself against the white bearded god. Belief and fear of the ancient powers had once made Krampus godlike in his own right. He had brought justice to the world, punishing the wicked. Humans feared and respected him until the new god came. The crucified man’s followers preached love and forgiveness. They did not teach their children to fear the horned beast, the avenger of wrongs. As human belief waned, so too did Krampus strength.

When the white bearded one came he was too weak to resist. The bearded man was an old god who now hid within the new myths to keep part of his power. He struck at Krampus. The god’s spear drew immortal blood. Krampus’ essence weakened until the great beast of the dark, the righter of wrongs, fell. The old one summoned dwarven smiths who crafted a chain to imprison that which could not be imprisoned. He then hid Krampus in the deepest pit in the land and sealed him away from the light.

Hundreds of winters passed as Krampus lay, bound and weakening. Every generation remembered him less as belief in the crucified man grew. Krampus felt his mind becoming thin, his form withering as his essence began to fade. Krampus slept, unable to struggle against his prison. Krampus dreamed.

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