When you come from a family full of story tellers, the chances that you ever believed in Santa were next to zero- but in the right setting, you knew he was a story you could enjoy.

I loved every Santa story I heard, I loved the pictures, and when my friends turned out to be believers, I didn’t enlighten them. I just let them enjoy their story.

On the other hand, I was pretty much enchanted by the idea of Krampus because he was sort of a secret story and I did have my little fingers crossed that THIS story just might be true.

My Great Aunt had a very old Krampus figure that she sat on her fireplace mantle piece. He was usually seated against the back wall, quietly reading the room. You didn’t exactly notice him right off the bat, but when you did see him it was like, ” hey now, what is that?”

My Grandpa Bert told me about Krampus, he said that Krampus snatched away the bad kids and when I asked what happened to them he  leaned forward and whispered in my ear, ” nobody knows. ”

So I was about five years old when I discovered that there was a story about a Christmas Monster and

I could not have been more thrilled.

Word of the Day Challenge: SANTA CLAUS