Ponder this – other than getting coal for Christmas1, Santa Claus just isn’t that scary. I know we all love to browse through the annual re-posting of the kids disturbed by the Jolly Old Elf, but he just doesn’t instill a palpable sense of dread2.
You’d better watch out, You’d better not cry
You’d better not pout, I’m telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town.
That’s really not much of a threat. I think this factor leads to my love for the dual nature of the European old (St.) Nick. The Devil coming to get you with his switch and horns and chains and claws? Yes, that the stuff. That should definitely inspire more nightmares than a lump of old coal.
Consider that nugget in the card below, where we get a close approximation to Coots’s and Gillespie’s lyrics above:
Sei nur brav und niemals keck
Dann der Krampus schaut um’s eck
Be only well-behaved and never saucy,
(for) the Krampus is looking around the corner.
He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. Gruß vom Krampus!
And Yes, I know – another post with no cocktails. Hey, this is the “indigo firmaments” part of the blog and it has been ingored a bit as of late. I do promise that by the end of the week I’ll have a new cocktail for you all: The Krampus Swizzle. 5 points for the first person to get the connection.