Krampus: The Yule Lord

by Brom

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.