He walked down the door

He was red and it wasn’t blood

Even good days were cold

He was warm, it wasn’t the cloak

She wore red and it wasn’t blood

Even bad days turned hot

He walked down the door

It was silent and on floor

She screamed but no one heard

Bad days ain’t about presents

My presents came from events

Say cheese, aim to the faces

Say cheese, ain’t for moments

My presents came from bad taste

Bad taste for the ones at haste

Drag you back to my sled.

Don’t worry, it won’t make a face

My deers won’t make a name

Come near, don’t fear

If you don’t want to hear, don’t hear

If you don’t want to see, it will still tear

Ho, ho, ho!

It doesn’t need to be Krampus to be about you

I don’t feed from cookies and milk, I feed from you