thelegoking99

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the hood, the night was all normal, all did seem good. The stockings were hung nice and high on the brick, of the old chimney that would welcome Saint Nick. The family was nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of holidays danced in their heads. The others in slumber and I in my sheets, had just settled down, digesting yummy sweets. When up on the roof there arose such a sound, I jumped out of bed to see what was around. Out of bed I had jumped, sheets all entwined, pulled on the cord and threw up the blinds. The rain on the blades of the freshly-cut grass gave the illusion of snow, which would not come to pass. When what to my wandering eye should arise, but a ramshackle sleigh, pulled by Draugr, red-eyed! With a hunchbacked horned driver so darkly-o-dressed, it must be the Krampus! I was scared, I confess. Like an engine the draugr growled, and shook their dead manes, as he climbed from the sleigh and called out my