Putting stockings above the fireplace
On Christmas Eve, waiting for him to arrive
Leaving out milk and cookies near the tree,
I fell asleep on the couch.
I awoke to the sound of footsteps on the roof,
Then a noise from the chimney.
It was olf Father Christmas Krampus,
With his demon-like appearance,
Come to give presents to the naughty.
He ate the cookies and the glass cup of milk,
Placed my present under the tree,
And patted me on the head.
Then with the wink of an eye, he was gone,
off to give presents to the rest of the naughty
boys and girls of the world.
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