Krampus

Krampus was at it again
Looking for bad kids
Making sure that they would not
Get even a small portion of coal
For warmth on these frosty nights.
He thought he had an open field
Until young Angela who was on the side
Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many
Are from birth so nasty and mean?)
Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws
(Ok:  terribly long and well-lackered nails).
She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands
And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes.
That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond Hair of LIght,
Like an Archangel in his sight
Thus he did not dare go for a fight,
Instead took fright and flight
And disappeared into the night.