Jigger's Journal, Part 11
I looked stunned. Kate looked
stunned. Even Leroy looked surprised.
“Does that mean no mince pies
to steal?” he asked.
“It will mean I will be stuck
in the North Pole with more toys than you could shake a stick at, and
nothing to do with them. Mrs Claus will be annoyed – she liked the
place tidy. The children will be annoyed because they get no gifts.
You can be good all year and nobody cares. It's a disaster.”
Leroy threw in a silly
suggestion.
“You could just give a gift to
every child in the world. Then the good children get what they
deserve, and the bad children see what comes to good children and
they might change for the better.”
I felt like hitting him over the
head with a banana, but Santa didn't find the suggestion half a
ludicrous.
“That could be a good Plan B,”
he said softly. “But let's go with Plan A first. Jiggers, your
mission is to recover the missing memory stick.”
“Yes Sir!” I stood up and
saluted.
Then I began to think about the
huge problem that presented.
“How? Who stole it?”
Santa looked at me.
“We all know what the black
feathers mean.”
Leroy stood up on Santa's lap and
put both his front paws on Santa's shoulders.
“For the four thousandth time,
I don't know what the black feathers mean.”
So Santa explained.
“It's Krampus,” he began.
Santa looked at Kate and Leroy.
“Do you know how old I am?”
he asked.
“Four hundred years,” said
Kate.
“Older than Kate's dad's smelly
socks,” said Leroy.
“1,700 years young,” said
Santa. “I grew up in Turkey, and when I was a young man I used to
make toys for all the children in the village. Then I made toys for
all the people in the surrounding villages. But after a number of
years it became clear that I was not going to die for a long time,
and more and more children wanted toys. So I decided to move to
somewhere I would have the peace and space to make toys for everyone.
I picked Lapland because of the elves, who could help me, and the
North Pole for my home because I was tired of the sun and beaches. So
I walked all across Europe to reach there.”
“You could have flown,” said
Leroy.
“I did think of that,”
admitted Santa. “But no one had invented the airplane so I didn't
see that working. Instead we put everything we owned on a big cart
and we took our favourite horse to tow it. We walked from Turkey
through Greece and up along the coast to Italy. All the time I was
making maps so that I would be able to find the children every year.
It took two years to get to Italy, and then we had to cross the Alps,
a fearsome mountain range. It was in the Alps we first met Krampus.”
“I've never heard of Krampus,”
said Kate.
“That's because you've been a
good girl for so many years,” he said. “Krampus is a very bad
creature. I'll start with what he looks like. He is bigger than a
person but not quite a giant. His face is very dark, like he's been
underground for a long time digging in the dirt. His teeth are sharp
and yellow, and his eyes glow with red fire. He is covered in hair
from head to foot like a big ugly bear, but that might be a coat. And
his feet are hooves.”
“Wow,” said Kate. “I bet he
doesn't have a girlfriend.”
“The most scary thing about
Krampus is his horns. He has two huge horns sticking out of his
forehead, making him look a bit like a goat with a human face. And
his breath stinks of rotten eggs or smelly socks.
“Both very good smells,” said
Leroy. But dogs are odd like that.
“It is wrong to judge people by
their appearance,” said Santa. “Some very ugly people have
beautiful souls and generous hearts. And some beautiful people are
mean and withered up inside. Our true character is not on the
outside. It is inside of us. So when I saw Krampus first I didn't
recoil. I thought he was a nice man.”
“You think everyone is nice,”
said Leroy.
“And I am usually right,”
said Santa. “But not always. When I heard Krampus had been alive
for thousands of years I was very excited. I thought I had found
someone like me. But I was very wrong, as I found out when they told
me what he did.”
Kate looked up, breathless with
excitement.
“On one night every year, in
the darkets depths of winter, Krampus travelled all over Europe
looking for children. But he wasn't looking for good children. He was
looking for the bad ones. And you didn't have to be very bad for
Krampus to come looking for you. Even small things could get him on
your case. Forgetting to tidy your room, or not doing your homework
on time, or not brushing your teeth when you tell your mum they are
brushed, small things like that were enough. Just one small black
mark against you and he could call to your house.”
“Did he leave a lump of coal?”
asked Kate.
“No. He left a single black
feather. So now you know what the feathers mean.”
Leroy nodded.
“That's not so bad,” said
Kate. “You could throw it away.”
“It gets worse,” said Santa.
“He would leave the feather but he would take the child. He stole
the children away, putting them in big sacks and throwing them on the
back of his cart. And when he had enough of the baddest children
gathered he would take them away to his cave high in the mountains,
and he would cook them and have them for his supper. Krampus eats
naughty children.”