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I know it is way late, but really. When isn't it time for Krampus?
Mostly though, I like to imagine Steve as a young child who, while not a holy terror got into his fair share of shenangans. And as such, had relatives - I like to imagine it was a grandmother or possibly some other relative visitng for the holidays. This relative is either the most awesome of relatives or someone who thinks Steve and Mary are little hellions and thus need a good scaring, whatever. This relative then fills tiny Steve's tiny mind with heartwarming tales of Krampus. With, like. A side helping of terror and gore, what with the eating of bad little kids and all. And then many years into the future Steve chooses to share his fond (and yet somewhat terror-filled) childhood memories with Grace in the form of a bedtime story.
Danny listens just outside her bedroom because he thinks this is all some warm and cozy Norman Rockwell-ish happy family thing with Steve telling Grace a bedtime story, right? Probably he thinks there will be sugar-plums and whatnot. So he is full of the warm and fuzzies, and then Steve breaks out the roaring and talk of eating of kids and he's just, "What the hell?" and also, "Oh, God, what was I thinking?" because, well, Steve, right? He starts to rush into Grace's room expecting tears and screaming because, you know, child-eating monster, but no, no. His daughter is laughing because Steve does kind of a terrible Krampus impression and whatever, of course his kid thinks Krampus is just as awesome as Santa Claus, of course she does. Danny is just, "This explains a lot, really," because, well. Krampus.
*hands*
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Mostly though, I like to imagine Steve as a young child who, while not a holy terror got into his fair share of shenangans. And as such, had relatives - I like to imagine it was a grandmother or possibly some other relative visitng for the holidays. This relative is either the most awesome of relatives or someone who thinks Steve and Mary are little hellions and thus need a good scaring, whatever. This relative then fills tiny Steve's tiny mind with heartwarming tales of Krampus. With, like. A side helping of terror and gore, what with the eating of bad little kids and all. And then many years into the future Steve chooses to share his fond (and yet somewhat terror-filled) childhood memories with Grace in the form of a bedtime story.
Danny listens just outside her bedroom because he thinks this is all some warm and cozy Norman Rockwell-ish happy family thing with Steve telling Grace a bedtime story, right? Probably he thinks there will be sugar-plums and whatnot. So he is full of the warm and fuzzies, and then Steve breaks out the roaring and talk of eating of kids and he's just, "What the hell?" and also, "Oh, God, what was I thinking?" because, well, Steve, right? He starts to rush into Grace's room expecting tears and screaming because, you know, child-eating monster, but no, no. His daughter is laughing because Steve does kind of a terrible Krampus impression and whatever, of course his kid thinks Krampus is just as awesome as Santa Claus, of course she does. Danny is just, "This explains a lot, really," because, well. Krampus.
*hands*
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