Krampus: The Yule Lord

by Brom

The man next to her looked him up and down, frowning at his trappings. He shook his head. “Today is Jesus’s birthday. Just pointing that out, brother, on account that some folks get a bit confused this time of year.” He laid a light hand on Santa’s arm and grinned. “They think it’s Santa Claus Day.” Santa met his eye and held it. “Reverend,” the lady said. “Don’t you even start.” She looked at Santa apologetically. “Just ignore him. He’s a bit impractical when it comes to Christmas.” “Darn straight I am. Santa Claus and all his little presents tend to get in the way of God’s message.” “As can religion,” Santa replied. The reverend squinted. “Well, don’t think you can argue that the world needs a whole lot more Jesus and a whole lot less Santa.” “God has many servants.” The pastor addressed the woman. “See, this here’s just what I’ve been going on about. People get confused, especially children. Santa Claus is a fairy tale.

Folks tell their children any different, why, they’re flat-out lying to ’em.” “What makes you so sure Santa Claus is not real?” Santa asked. “Ain’t ever laid eyes on him, have you?” “Have you set eyes on Jesus?” The reverend hesitated. “Jesus is in my heart.” “Is there not room in your heart for both? They both spread peace, charity, and goodwill.” “Only Jesus can save your soul from eternal damnation.” A smug smile spread across the reverend’s face. “Can Santa Claus do that? Don’t think so.” Santa let out a sigh. “We all serve God in our way.” Then, almost to himself: “Sometimes whether we wish it or not.” The pastor gave him a puzzled look, continued on, something about salvation, but Santa didn’t hear a word, listening instead to the distant cawing. He searched the sky, caught sight of the ravens circling far down the way. They have found it! They found the sack! Santa set off quickly, leaving the pastor and the woman exchanging concerned looks.