Night Of Krampus

'Twas the night before Christmas,

As I lay in my dorm.

Sprawled out on my back, an unusual form.

My family had chosen to keep me away.

Well fine! Then who needs them? Good ridance I say.

I lay quiet and still as the whole building was.

It became quite creepy without it's usual buzz.

When from out on the glade came a bump in the night,

I instantly shot up out of bed with a fright.

Throwing open the window I surveyed the ground.

And that's when I saw him far off on a mound.

The moonlight shone brilliantly off of the pure snow.

But he just stood there, still as a doe.

I slammed shut the window and quickly closed the curtain.

Just a figment of my tired mind;

I was certain.

Back in bed now,
with my blankets wrapped tight.

I tried once again for some shut-eye that night.

Then, this time much closer,
came a sharp noise most foul.

A piercing, high-pitched and unearthly howl.

Then cracking came next.

The wall buckled and split.

I ran straight to the common room's fireplace pit.

Then silence and stillness like the previous hour.

But this time the air smelled horrid and sour.

He emerged from the fireplace with a hunch in his back.

Two horns on his head, and over his shoulder: a sack.

His long sharpened fingers grasped onto my shoulders;

And the air in the room couldn't get any colder.

I shook with terror and froze right in place;

While his long blood red tongue uncurled toward my face.

My scream of terror rang out through the campus,

The beast leaned in and whispered to me:

Gruss Vom Krampus.