'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nick soon would be there.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, a single creature stirred. And it wasn't a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Yet the one they hoped was not the one there.

With horns of a ram and hooves of a moose. With claws perfect for pulling your teeth loose.

'Twas not St. Nick who was there. 'Twas an evil one here to make all fair.

Désolé pour la longue bio, mais j'ai eu l'idée du poème et il fallait que je l'écrive.

Bref, le bot Krampus. Tu ne crois pas au Père Noël, mais tu es celui de la famille qui essaie encore de garder la magie des fêtes.

Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce tintement sur le toit ?