You may ask yourself, “What is this horrible, horned thing? Isn’t it supposed to be the warm and fluffy holiday season?” Allow us to explain. Here at Wintercroft, we love mythologies and mythical creatures, so we are devilishly delighted to bring you Steve’s version of the legendary Krampus in vivid No Poly. Lock up the children, break out the brandy and bask in the malevolence of our latest design. What is this horrible, horned thing? Isn’t it supposed to be the warm and fluffy holiday season? Allow us to explain. The Krampus is a Northern European folklore legend and the horned, hooved henchman of St. Nick. Yes, behind the beardy chuckles and rosy cheeks, Santa keeps some sinister company. On December 5th, the naughtiest of children are said to be taken in a basket by the fork-tongued demon. Parents can try to ply the beast with brandy, but beware the bleating and hearken to the rattling of chains. Steve’s version of the legendary Krampus is built from curved card, vivid in detail and genuinely unsettling in person. Lock up the children, break out the brandy, and bask in the malevolence. Perfect for Halloween, Christmas parties, cosplay, and festivals. Available as an instant download PDF, add to cart now and hope the brandy does its job on Krampusnacht. Krampusnacht By Fletcher Stewart Twenty moons before Christmas, in a blacked out old house The final squeak echoed from a dying old mouse The brandy glass clattered on the old silver tray Set out in offering, to send horned one away The children lay silent, shivering in bed Cold sweat and tears crystallised on their heads Mum sat up knitting in nerve-jitter trance While I poked at the flames in their last dying dance Just as the last of the wood gave a crackle The fire snuffed out from a soul-freezing cackle I went to the window reluctant and fearful And saw silhouettes that slayed all thoughts cheerful The twisted old trees seemed to grab at the moon While horned and hunched something loomed in the gloom Hot breath like death clouds methodically pumped Then with a grunt and a sprunt the thing jumped With a gasp of sheer terror, I turned to my wife Rocking faster face-frozen, like a doll without life I saw little things skitter out on the lawn It was then that I knew we would never see dawn I fled toward the attic where the children lay wake And heard something huge that made my bones quake The clopping of hind legs, hooves cracking shingles A hacking from Hades that made my spine tingle The chimney breast wheezed mortar dust from the banging When down dropped the chains and the hooks all a-hanging Down came the hooves crushing hearth like an anchor Out puffed a pungence of hideous rancour. Then came the claws with nightmarish clacking Feeling the floor spider-like in their tapping It was then that the beast revealed hideous form It was dressed all in dead things all rotting and torn Rank rancid clouds plumed out from its gizzard Sniffing young ones with forked tongue fit for a lizard Yellow eyes burned, spying something delicious Arms reached out branchlike macabre and malicious It loped toward the kids, snatched them up like a ladle Savouring screams in its devilish cradle It grunted with glee, eyes and teeth all-a-flicker As it stuffed the children into their prison of wicker I begged, and I pleaded “please give them a chance!” It clopped and it bleated in sinister dance It burst through the window with its terrible yield And bounced basked in moonlight through ash-laden fields The events of that night will poison me ever Every 5th of December comes unholy weather The snow falls grey and the crows all flock To torment my soul on the black Krampusnacht.
