Curtains For Saint Nicholas On The Night of Saint Nicholas’ Day

December 6, 2017 at 8:59 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Curtains For Saint Nicholas On The Night of Saint Nicholas’ Day

Hans dressed up as an Eastern Rite bishop (which is what Saint Nicholas was) to go down to the community hall in the little German village and hand out presents to the children who would be there.

Saint Nicholas entered the hall as the lights went down and the only lights shining were the lights on the Christmas tree 🎄.

As Saint Nicholas approached the tree to reach for the presents, six Vampiric Knights-Templar (who had been practising their shooting range skills the past few weeks) fired point blank into Saint Nicholas’ body with their sub-machine guns.

Saint Nicholas (Hans) fell to the ground quite dead and totally covered in bullet wounds and blood.

Both parents and children screamed.

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal (who had planned and masterminded this shooting of Saint Nicholas on this night of Saint Nicholas) then dove on to the body and licked up the blood with her tongue and fangs.

The snow white evening dress she was wearing was now covered in blood.

She then turned into a bat and flew out the door of the community hall.

Later in a Bavarian tavern where she ordered a Bloody Mary, she toasted the evening’s festivities with the Vampiric Knights-Templars.

“Death to this Saint and all who admire him,” she laughed as she used Crest whitening strips to get the blood off her fangs and get them sparkling white again.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday December 6th
2017.

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Krampus: The Evil Sidekick of Saint Nicolas

December 7, 2014 at 12:47 am (Folklore, History, Horror, Poetry, Religion, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , )

Krampus: The Evil Sidekick of Saint Nicolas

Rod Serling (host of the Twilight Zone):

Gather around kiddies on this night of Saint Nicolas Day
try to avoid the evil fairies or as they say in Wales, the wicked fay
there is a place beyond time and space
that is known to all the human race
a realm of the imagination
you can reach with contemplation
where dawn and dusk meet
and light and dark greet
a place just beyond reach
like the tree with forbidden peach
a place where one’s home ET cannot phone
for this is the realm of the Twilight Zone.

In the land of the Dutch
of which we’ve heard so much
is the figure of Sinterklauss
jovial bloke like your dog with paws
and his wicked sidekick is Black Pete
a guy whose appearance is not neat
he might put you in a sack
and carry you on his back
to a place in far-off Spain
where on the plain it does so rain
or he might drop in your stocking a lump of coal
or place in your favourite sock a gaping hole.

But in the lands of Germanic alpine
over which the Hapsburgs ruled so fine
that kindly Eastern rite bishop Saint Nick
had a much darker sidekick
his name was Krampus
born from Hell’s dark arts campus
A beast-like creature
and that was his best feature
He was a demon
from dark cauldrons steamin’
The Horned God of the Witches
those nocturnal hag bitches.

In appearance he is hairy
unlike a beautiful fairy
He has the horns and cloven hooves of a goat
and a long lolling tongue that can reach down your throat
so if you want to be French kissed by frog prince turned horned toad
just ask to encounter Krampus as you walk down a dark road.

He carries ruten- bundles of birch
and avoiding the Cross on the Church
he uses these to swat bad children with
those on the dark side like the Sith
Krampus carries a washtub and sack on his back
to drown bad children and carry them to Hell’s torturous rack.

Sometimes Krampus appears with one human foot and one cloven hoof
so at medical check-ups he sends the doc through the roof.

But now to tonight’s tale
that shall make your hearts fail
it was on the late night of December 5th
a night much darker than the Sith
and the early morn of December 6
that heralds the start of the day that’s Saint Nick’s
in the year of Our Lord 1944
although to the Fuhrer Jesus was a bore
And Der Fuhrer was asleep in his room in Berlin
his Reich soon to fall like tonight’s bottle of gin
And the Fuhrer dreamed of being a child again in his Austrian birthplace
in the days before he set out to create a Master race
He saw Saint Nicolas approaching and gave him a grin
but the Saint saw Adolf’s future heart blackened by sin
and passed him by without even pinching his chin
Then Krampus approached and saw the boy’s hands steeped in blood
impossible to wash off like the stickiest mud
and Krampus grabbed the lad and threw him in the sack
The boy then awakened on a demon’s dark rack.

The Fuhrer’s cries and screams then literally shook the room
As Germany’s leader saw his future doom.

Some might remember
that 5th of December
in the year of Our Lord 1947
2 years past the time Der Fuhrer failed to make Heaven
for on that night Der Fuhrer’s bunker was destroyed
reminding us to be in Krampus’ hands is a fate to avoid.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday December 6th 2014
The Night of Saint Nicolas’ Day

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