I love Christmas. It's my favorite time of year. So imagine my dismay and laughter while sitting in a movie theater a week ago only to have a huge figure of a Krampus stretch his devil-y pointed fingernail in my face daring me to be bad. (As if he needs to ask :-) Who is this dude anyway?
Those Germans sure have a way of creating folklore to scare their kiddies into submission. Hell, Krampus scares me. I think of all those poor children basically being coerced into believing in a Christmas demon, which is a total oxymoron, by the way. Now, don't go writing me about being German and how you're offended by ethnic categorization. I mean, how do you categorize truth. I am German. And, I'm excited. I must have inherited some kind of horror gene from that side of the family. No, I'm just kidding. Well, not really.
But seriously, if you don't believe me, check this link: Krampus
And I thought Halloween was supposed to be our horror-high holiday.
Apparently, this german horror story has existed to scare kiddies before we created Santa Claus's naughty and nice list, and maybe before Jesus Christ.
Krampus vs. Santa Claus. I'm leaving Jesus out of this fight. Why? Because I'm going to see the movie, and I don't want to have Him making me feel guilty about it. Because ever since I can remember people have gone to great lengths to convince me Santa Claus is real, religion even perpetuates this lie within their own walls. So, if I was hoodwinked into believing Santa was real as a child, why not enjoy a horror movie based on another lie. (Maybe I do still believe in Santa anyway. So what. I like him. He brings me stuff!! He's a total ego stroker.) Krampus, Santa Claus, they're both the same, only different sides of the coin, or Christmas, I should say.
All-in-all, I keep Christmas close to my heart and enjoy the Holiday as a chance to recognize that horror can be inspirational if you take the time to recognize its true meaning.
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays,