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Krampus

Hear the bells, Christmas bells, ringing in the distance,⠀⠀
Past the moon, across the sky, we knew him in an instant⠀⠀
A small lad from the town, in the valley far below⠀⠀
Shouts "look up!" to all, “I can see Rudolph's bright red nose.”⠀⠀
way up there, the small reindeer, pointing out the way⠀⠀
the gangs all here, as twelve more appear, to guide old Santa’s sleigh⠀⠀
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Santa brings a special glee, a sparkle to the eye⠀⠀
But brats take haste, the Krampus comes, to darken up the sky⠀⠀
A jolly old soul with a heart of gold, Santa Claus is coming⠀⠀
With cloven hoofs and goatish horns, the Krampus sends em’ running⠀⠀
As good Saint Nick will fill with toys, his magical red sack⠀⠀
The Krampus has a birch club, strapped across his back⠀⠀
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Much larger than his counterpart, with fur from head to toe⠀⠀
Two horns as large as antlers, and claws where hands should go ⠀⠀
All the naughty children, in rusty chains, are bound⠀⠀
They'll smell the stench of brimstone, as it rises through the ground⠀⠀
The earth will start to rumble, there’s fire all around⠀⠀
The pits of hell will open wide, and he’ll throw the children down⠀⠀
So sinister a creature, this frigid hungry beast⠀⠀
Will eat their burning bodies, for a crispy Christmas treat⠀⠀
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as Santa leaves our snowy town⠀⠀
the remaining kids will gather 'round⠀⠀
for their friends they'll shed a final tear⠀⠀
and know that the Krampus will be back in a year