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Heir Kinder! Approach the demon like creature of all your
unruly wonders. He has no taste for Mozartkugeln and no
taste for sweet apple strudel. He feasts upon the
disobedience of children. He leaves parents a
Krampuskarten and a little drop of memorial blood in a
kleiner karton.
Snatched into his sack and swept off to his lair, through the
clawing black forests of Osterreich' Styria to a thorny
Bavaria. See his beasty horns of Satan sin accessorizing his
gleaming fodder grinderâs razor sharp, beanstalk tall and
skeleton thin.
He's somewhat of a character but not that of the brothers
Grimm, though he is a bit of an antagonist Rumplestiltskin!
He has a child hidden within, honey sweet and as
scrumptious as lebkuchen.
Be not frightened of the thrashing chains, or the jingle of his
bells, the poor devil just wants to play a game with all the
rowdy boys and girls!
He's not from the wonderlands of Finland he hails from the
curiosities that border Deutschland. Hear his happy hooves
and feel his lolling tongue as it serpentines and moves
around Saint Nicholas's brittle neck, like a blood thirsty
leech that slithers with a length so long.
He crumbled the jugular then severed the head. Now the
rose red fat man of Lappi is dead, as is his candy cane
Christmas. Ladies and gents, boys and girls, Greetings from
Krampus!