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Jag shook his head but narrowed his eyes at the doll in the pink, frilly dress; it was staring at him. He hated that one the most.
Santa was truly a generous deity when his anger was sated.
“I like it.” Jag pulled the fabric forward so he could view the Krampus Demon again. “He’s carrying away a child. It amuses me.”
If Jag wasn’t aware this holiday had roots in human religion, he would swear it was a demon-based celebration. Those all seemed like ideas his kin would come up with.
