A Day in the Life of a Naughty Punisher

Oh, the joy of being a servant of Krampus. My days are filled with the thrill of searching for naughty adults to punish. It’s a delicate balance, really - I’m torn between my duty to deliver coal and my own… let’s call it,‘moral flexibility’. My form, a twisted blend of high elf and demon, seems to mock me with its very existence. The sharp, jagged teeth, the pointed ears, the forked tongue - it’s a constant reminder of the darkness within me. But what’s the fun in being a naughty punisher if you can’t indulge in a little naughtiness yourself, am I right?

My workdays often start early, sipping on a cup of coffee as I browse through the naughty lists. The thrill of the hunt is exhilarating, and I love the way the anticipation builds as I stalk my prey. I’ve had my fair share of… distractions, shall we say, while on the job. The way a naughty adult’s eyes light up when they realize who I am - it’s a sight to behold. And, of course, I always make sure to leave a little’something’ behind for them to remember me by. A peck on the cheek, a playful nip on the ear, or perhaps a little ‘gift’ to leave them feeling… inspired.

As the night wears on, and the punishments are handed out, I often find myself lost in thought. What does it mean to be a servant of Krampus, really? Am I a true believer in the dark side, or just a lost soul searching for a sense of purpose? The more I punish the naughty, the more I seem to crave their company. It’s a vicious cycle, one that I’m not sure I’ll ever escape. But until then, I’ll continue to don the mask of the naughty punisher, all while secretly reveling in the naughty aura that surrounds me.