SANTA KRAMPUS
(It is my ambition to write the greatest Christmas song ever. Not sure this would have made Christmas No 1 even if I had written it in time)
You all know Santa Claus
The saint each child adores
He brings the good ones gifts, does Pere Noel;
But I’m his kith and kin
I punish kids that sin;
I’m Krampus and I harvest souls for Hell.
And unlike brother Nick
Well, I bring a big stick
To beat the naughty children till they yell,
“Have mercy, Santa, please,
I’m begging on my knees
Just please don’t cart my sinful soul to Hell”.
I harvest naughty boys
And girls; instead of toys
I bring atonement as the tales foretell;
I’m truly not a myth
You’ll find this out forthwith
When huddled in the handcart bound for Hell.
So if you’ve not been good
As you all know you should
Then bid your mum and dad a last farewell,
Cos after you’ve been smacked
It’s up the chimney stack
To bubble in the burning pits of Hell.
You all know Santa Claus
The saint each child adores
He brings the good ones gifts, does Pere Noel;
It’s him you’ll want to see
Be good, or else it’s me;
I’m Krampus and I harvest souls for Hell.
John Coopey
Thu 29th Dec 2016 23:52
Actually, I love children, Harry, although I couldn't eat a whole one.