Krampus: The Yule Lord

by Brom

“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.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.” He made a fist. “You must guard your dreams. Always. Lest someone steal them from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead.”

“Yuletide? Thought that was the same thing as Christmas.” “Christmas,” Krampus spat. “No, Christmas is an abomination. A perversion! Yule is the true spirit of Mother Earth. Yule is the rebirth of the seasons. Without Yuletide, Mother Earth cannot heal herself . . . will wither and die. That is why it is so important that I reawaken the spirit within mankind. Help them to believe again. Because it is their power of belief, their love and devotion, that heals the land.”