If you didn’t know, Creepmas is another name for the period between December 5th through January 13th. That lines up with Krampusnacht through St. Knuts Day in Scandinavia. This period celebrates all the spooky stuff (Krampus, Yule Lads, Wassailing, and more) in Europe.
And, because I love Creepmas so much, I’ve got 3 new Krampus poems for you. I’ll record them a little bit later today (Nov. 29th) and post them to the blog and podcast.
Without much further adieu …
“The Shadows of Krampusnacht”
In the cold of December, when the world is asleep, Dark shadows awaken, in silence they creep. Through snow-covered alleys, by lamplight so dim, The people all whisper, “Stay clear of him.”
For on Krampusnacht, it’s best to beware, Of footsteps that echo in wintery air. His horns cast long shadows, his fangs gleam so white, Krampus is stalking, the beast of the night.
He comes for the wicked, the cruel, and the sly, With coal-blackened fingers and fire in his eye. Chains clink and clatter, his sack drags behind, A gift for the naughty, of the most frightful kind.
So bolt tight your windows and lock every door, For Krampus is prowling the streets by the score. If you’ve been unkind, then tremble in fear— The shadows of Krampusnacht draw ever near.
“The Naughty List”
Have you been good, or maybe a beast? Krampus arrives with a feast for the least! The naughty list’s ready, he checks it twice, And if you’re on it? Prepare to pay the price.
For little Timmy who fibbed and who lied, Krampus appears with a sack open wide. He scoops up the naughty, one by one, Into his burlap, away they’re all spun.
And Jenny, who teased and made her friends cry, Hears chains in the hallway as Krampus draws nigh. No stockings with treats, no toys by the tree— Only the coal and the sound of his glee.
So mind what you say, and mind what you do, Lest Krampus comes ‘round to pay a call on you. With horns and a grin, he takes naughty kids fast, Leaving the good ones to breathe safe at last.
“Krampus Comes to Town”
‘Twas Krampusnacht evening, and all through the town, Not a child was laughing; they all wore a frown. For they knew in their hearts that he soon would appear, With hooves, horns, and chains—it’s Krampus, my dear!
He leaps from the rooftops, his sack swinging wide, With a glint in his eye and a bone-chilling stride. For those who’ve been naughty, he brings quite a fright, On Krampusnacht eve, in the dead of the night.
He peeks in the windows, a shadowy creep, And children who spot him all hide under sheets. “Oh, Krampus won’t find me,” they whisper and pray, But Krampus is clever and finds his own way.
When morning arrives, all’s silent and still, The naughty are gone; they’ve paid for their thrill. So next Krampusnacht, keep your deeds nice and bright, Or Krampus may visit your house in the night.
So, have a dreadful Krampusnacht, and thanks for reading Ghostly Activities. Take care!
Jacob Rice has documented ghosts and ghostly activity since 2007. Jake began his journey in Chicago and founded the ghost hunting club also called Ghostly Activities. Now, he calls the mysterious Pacific Northwest his home.
