Krampusnacht
A Visit from Old Krampus Charles Suddeth (deepest apologies to Clement Clarke Moore) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our house Not a critter was stirring, not even my spouse; The stockings were tacked by the fireplace so bare, In hopes that Krampus would never show up there; The children were all cowering under their beds; While visions of sumac switches tortured their…
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