Twas the nightmare before Krampus,
Every creature was scheming to break into the house,
The dusty chimney boarded up with care,
In hopes that Krampus would not be there.
And then in a flash, I heard on the roof
I knew we were next, I had all the proof.
As I clutched for dear life, I turned around
Down the chimney Krampus came with a bound:
With claws like that, long, sharp and greased,
I knew in a moment it must be the dreaded Christmas beast.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
He screamed for his victims, he called them by name:
“Now! Erin, now! Erica, now! Michael, and Jon,
Come Christopher, Come Warren, Nick and Ron;
Come little ones! Get in my sack!
For you’ve all been naughty and you’ll never come back!”
His teeth so sharp that glistened in the light,
And his horns were long and he towered in height;
A bundle of children was flung on his back,
He looked like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes – red as blood! his claws sharp and to the point,
His hooves were strong, precise and would never disappoint
His sharp mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the chill in the air was as cold as the snow.