Krampus Comes for Thee

The feast of Saint Nicholas is on the 'morrow, but this eve's one is dread and sorrow. Tis Krampusnacht! And she's a-coming. Her feet stamping a dreadful drumming. With clanging chains and foulest of breath, with horny horns and stench of death. With glowing eyes and many a bell, that rings of things too dark to tell. So hold your precious, little ones dear, and pray that they've been good this year. For if their behavior is deemed to lack, then Krampus shall take them in her sack.