'Twas the night before Christmas, you could tell by the smell, by the blood and the carnage that made it feel like hell, grab your axe and your cod-piece and prepare your best licks, for the Krampus is coming wielding Satan's guitar picks, but if you should slay him or have a hand in his death, then you'll become Krampus with blood on your breath. Merry nondenominational holiday season ya'll.