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It's always been him.
No one could agree on whether Krampus was a man or a woman. One person or several. Whether it was even the same person (or people) every time, every hit, every nuclear explosion or leaked evidence of electoral tampering or Robin Hood-esque creative redistribution of goods … it was just Krampus. Mysterious. Unreachable. Unknowable. Silent - until that moment of destruction, of pain and screaming and retribution … when there came The Holly And The Ivy, singing through the speakers.