Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Letters from Krampus #2

December 3rd 2017 in Microfiction

Dear Ethan,
I was deeply touched by your letter.
It’s been a long time since I’ve received a rant of defiance – something that condemns the whole being-good-for-fabulous-cash-and-prizes system. The blurry black and white picture of your butt from the library photocopier … well, I got choked up. You’ve got style, kid, and you’re going places; the sack, actually, but still places.

Look, I don’t catch everybody. Sometimes, WHEN A KID IS UP IN A TREE ON THE NEIGHBOR’S PROPERTY AT MIDNIGHT, there’s not much I can do about a retrieval. It’s a shame, but …

Live your best life, Ethan, and always remember that you have a friend in


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