The front door of the house opened inwards, as two figures walked in from the cold. Krampus stepped in first, shortly followed by the sturdy Santa Claus. Krampus pointed ahead into the living room where the familiar sight of christmas fairy lights could be seen dancing in the stillness. They entered and looked around, milk and biscuits have been set out on the side, Krampus takes one and turns to Santa.
"So, this kid one of mine or yours?" He asks.
Santa shirks and pulls a list from his pocket, scans it and replies, "He's not on mine".
Krampus finishes his biscuit and brushes his hands against his sides, before pulling a list of his own from his pocket.
"Aah...here he is..." He states "...but his sister must be on yours"
Santa nods.
"I'll be back in 5" mumbles Krampus.
The jolly father grabs a biscuit for himself as Krampus moves silently upstairs, hidden amongst the shadows. Finishing his biscuit, he opens his red hessian sack and pulls out a small frame containing a picture of the young girls recently deceased father.
"Sorry i couldnt bring you the real thing as you wished"
Krampus returns from upstairs holding his black hessian sack over his shoulder behind him. The bag now contained the snoring young boy who had been naughty this year.
Santa looks to Krampus "All sorted?"
Krampus nods his head as he steps forward to open the door for Santa, before departing the house himself.
The door closes behind them, as the house returns to silence. The lights dance brightly in a room filled with darkness.
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