Lately, I’ve been telling my coworkers that Christmas needs more horror in it. One day a year devoted to all things scary just doesn’t cut it for me. So, as you can imagine, Krampus makes me happy.
Not surprisingly, I’ve become obsessed with Krampus. Last year was the first year I discovered he even existed. How in the world had this demon gotten by me? If you ask me, he’s a better threat to use against the kids than Santa not showing up. He’s definitely more scary.
So, as the kids get older and more influenced by my interests, Krampus will become a permanent Christmas figure in our home. Yes, I’m fully aware that there’s something wrong with me (I would never argue against that), but I’ve made peace with it.