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KRAMPUS CHRISTMAS
All hope is lost for children 
If their festive spirit dies,
The Christmas magic disappears 
As they look through older eyes.

No more milk and cookies
Or a sign for Santa`s sleigh,
Or carrots for the reindeer
To eat on Christmas day.

Don’t give up believing
Don’t let the doubters win,
Always believe in Christmas
Don’t let Krampus in.

The lost spirit of Christmas
The dark shadow of Saint Nick,
Time slows down as he approaches
The clocks don’t even tick.

The storm clouds gather up above
In an eerie cold and silence,
Then deafening claps of thunder
A precursor for the violence.

A howling wind and blizzard
Like you`ve never seen before,
A power cut then quiet
Except the fire`s roar.

Candles on the window ledge
As frost creeps around the glass,
Huddled around the fire
As you hope the storm will pass.

A dirty sack of presents
Abandoned outside the door,
Dragged in beneath the Christmas tree
They spill out on the floor.

A host of haunted snowmen
With contorted faces leer,
Get closer by the minute
And strike your heart with fear.


A large thump on the roof outside
Then footsteps in the rafter,
Finger nails scrape the ceiling
And the sound of manic laughter.

An ancient evil presence
Your fear it will derive,
The gathered ghouls all spring to life
As the toys all come alive.

A jack in the box with a shrieking scream
As they tear apart Samhain,
Twisted Elvin faces 
From a thousand years of pain.

Evil dolls and teddy bears
Will pull you from your room,
And you`ll be consumed in the attic
By a hungry bride and groom.

Murderous gnomes and evil elves
And ginger bread men with teeth,
Will drag you from your home
To an icy tomb beneath.

The embers on the fire
Grow cold and then turn black,
As Krampus forces his way down 
The chimney starts to crack.

His cloven hoofs crash on the floor
And his chains they drag behind,
Surrounded by his army
No safety you will find.

Gagged and bound and terrified
As they drag you through the snow,
To a place they all stand chanting
Around a bright red glow.

A crack along the ice hard ground 
Begins to grow and swell,
As they push you to the red hot edge
At the burning gates of hell.

One by one they throw you in
Till there`s no one left to grieve,
Too late for Father Christmas
And too late to believe.

Then you wake on Christmas morning
But nothings as it should seem,
Are we trapped in a perpetual nightmare?
Or was it just a dream.

Were never too old for Santa
Or to believe in that special day.
Don’t let Christmas leave your heart
Keep Krampus well at bay.
THE END.
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