Why can’t we be a Krumpus Christmas this year?
After all we’ve gone through, people still say, ‘be a cheer.’
I don’t want to.
I want to hang black lights and wallow in a deep self pity
It’s been a hard few years of digging a fretty
I can say I’m happy and smile
But when the lights are down a while
The mask slides off and with Krumpus comes fear
Turn down the Christmas cheer, because its horror movies for me this year