Then he graced the saint with a particularly self-satisfied look and said, “Well what will you do? A girl like this doesn’t come around every day.”
The Krampus refilled his mug. Eporner She returned his gaze often, but never for more than a few seconds, always lowering her eyes and then turning back to the Krampus, who entertained them both with songs, bawdy jokes, and stories of Yuletides past. There, the Krampus covered the crucifix with a sheet, and put up curtains over the stained glass windows, so that none of the old prophets and forefathers could play Peeping Tom today. Be courageous. Too many sad folks taste not life, but waste it. Though he was older than her she seemed mature, confident, at ease.
