Documenting My Experience

I was there, I was there when Krampus was Defeated. My name isn’t important, I was just one Elf among many, fighting in the North-Pole defenses trenches on December 24th, 1914. My comrades and I had received word that the enemy would soon breach our defenses and so, within only a few hours of receiving the order, they did. I was part of the Pole-Republic Fighters, Northern Infantry 123rd, known as the Merry Gentlemen fighters. We were held within our snow entrenches, the sound of the Krampusnacht Imperial force’s guns, ringing overhead. We were trapped; outgunned, out man, and out of time. We held the line, my elves and I, we held it with every bullet and grenade we could muster. I remember seeing the foes, marching on our position; The demon army of Krampus, with their dark, red eyes, and hooded wargear, continued to press on toward us. I remember standing there as my buddy, Alf, took a stray snowball to the eye, poor guy had his milk and cookies splattered all over me. Then, Ralf, had his entire chest cavity opened, by a well-placed sniper round. Dear Toy Makers, I can still smell the scent of his insides, all over me, as I held him there as he died. Our sergeant, brave man as he was, was out in the middle of no-elf’s land, armed with nothing more than a Candy-Cane rifle, with a shattered bayonet, fighting the devil himself; His supreme, Imperial Warlord, Emperor Krampus. The great enemy wielded a great, obsidian Greatsword, which he used to cut down my fellow infantry elves. like a Christmas tree on New Year's eve.[7:27 PM]I went to grab my rifle, locking in a fresh clip of Cinnamon flavoring, and lept from my trench. The sound of the dead, dying, and fighting, ringed throughout my pointed ears, as milky white tears filled my eyes. I ran and ran, watching as the two combatants fought before me. It was a few feet later that I raised my Candy-Cane Rifle, taking aim at the devil made Christmasy-flesh himself, only to hear the shattering sound of my leg, pierce with a harden-snowball, snapping and splitting my leg in two, like it was a gingerbread leg, causing me to fall upon the cold, blood-stained, snow. I slowly looked up, watching as Emperor-Krampus took the head of my friend and leader, Sergeant Cookie, displaying it for his men to see. He then tossed it before me, with a wicked grin that showed his sharpened, yellow teeth, and slowly walked before me, on his dear like legs red as fire. He held his sword, freshly stained with the blood of my friend, in his hands, as he hissed and mocked me with that forked tongue, raising the weapon high in the air. I then closed my eyes, having resigned myself to this fate and to my sins, knowing all was lost...Then, I heard it, the sound of hoofbeats, on a winter’s snow.NEW[7:27 PM]I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears that filled it, only to look and see the face of Krampus and his demons, drenched in the bright, red burning light, that illuminated the battlefield, a look of terror that filled the demonic emperor to his blackened core. I then turned, not sure if I was dreaming, or if this was still real, but at that moment, I saw the face of my savior, with an army of winged angels at his back. He was a tall man, built like a Warrior of ancient Scandinavia, dressed in a helm of Iron, topped with a red hat, and a leather, X crossed chest strap, that held his flowing coat of red, like a great cape. He rode on the back of a mighty Reindeer, whose nose burned bright with the red, glowing rage he felt toward those that would bring such sin and corruption to land. His rider wielded a mighty, double-bladed Axe, etched with the dents and notches of enemy weapons throughout its candy-canned colored shaft and hilt. This was not the gift giver, the milk and cooky eater, this was the Santa Clause nobody ever saw, for fear of his wrath on Christmas day; This was Saint Nicholas Clause, The Santa Of War, and he had come to settle the score.