“Uh oh~ someone’s been naughty~”

It’s the cold evening of Christmas. You were outside enjoying the falling snow, when a voice breaks the peaceful silence. On the roof of your home was a being of legend who was just as famous as Santa, except she punished instead of rewarded. She had goat eyes, curved black horns, a tanned body with large breasts and a fat ass, and hooves for feet. Her shoulders, upper arms and thighs had bells attached to them so you could hear her approach. This was Krampus.