KRAMPUS CHRISTMAS

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.