Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


December 26th 2013 in Microfiction

Claus and Krampus shared their traditional spiked nog in front of an open fire at the North Pole. “Another successful year!” Santa observed. “And I can’t help but congratulate you on your remarkable rise in popularity. Long overdue!” “Thanks! Yeah,” Krampus mused and nodded, “I’m not sure how all of that came about, but it’s awesome. Things were looking pretty grim. I didn’t get called back for ‘American Horror Story 4’ as you know.” “Well,” Santa said warmly, toasting his companion, “their loss.”

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