Kamala's Christmas, Ms Marvel Meets Krampus

On a night just like this, if you care to believe,
A story of a girl, set to save Christmas Eve.
Though this tale is different, like so many claim,
A girl who could stretch, a shape none could tame.
Her name was Kamala, Ms Marvel to you and me,
An Inhuman still in school, in the magical land of Jersey.
With powers she must hide, to save all on campus,
This is the story, of Kamala surviving……Krampus.

As the sun went down, and the snow began to fall,
Kamala stayed at home, wishing she was at the ball.
“Hrmph!” she said, arms crossed and steaming mad.
On house arrest she did detest, by a strict but loving dad.
“My friends are all together, why can’t I join the fun!?”
“Because my dear,” her father said, “Of that thing that’s on the run”

She rolled her eyes and stomped her feet, hoping he didn’t remember,
Of the mysterious creature that roamed the streets, since the first day of December.
Rumors did spread of this fearsome beast, though proof remained obscure
A great horned man cloaked in red, with a sack chained and secure.

This mysterious visitor, a goat on hind legs
Left nothing behind, except the smell of rotten eggs
No one was hurt, at least not yet
The Hairy Houdini, needing a trap to be set
Kamala had tried, to capture this foe
Nightly patrols on rooftops, but progress was slow
“What could it be?” Kamala did ask
“A late-night burglar, with a Halloween mask?”
Whatever the case, she tried not to worry
A harmless prankster, or an extravagant story
But the thought refused to leave her brown head
For stranger things have happened, like Avengers back from the dead
Stuck in her room, she looked out her window
Thinking of parties, and places she would go
Trying to fight her current restriction,
Kamala sat down and said “Guess I’ll read fanfiction…”
Alas it was short lived, and did not pass the time
The story she found involved her and some slime
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back
Kamala decided to go, at risk of parents flack.
Dressing for snow, with her costume underneath
She stretched out the window, with chattering teeth
It wasn’t from cold or the howling wind
It was from the unearthly feeling crawling over her skin
From rooftop to rooftop, she walked towards her friends
Not seeing the beast from behind, with a mission to cleanse.

With stilt rubber legs, Kamala did soar
Wind against her face, and the cold she tried to ignore
After 6 ½ big steps, the party home was in view
“Surely there’s treats! I’ll have just a few 😊”
As sugarplums danced within her mind
Kamala failed to see the demon from behind
A tug from her scarf, and she landed on the ground
Gazing above to see the monster she finally found
The red cloaked goat man, stood above her all haughty
With a angry skeletal finger, he bellowed out “Naughty!”
Scuttling to her feet, she made a fearsome pose
“How about you back off, before you get a fist to the nose?”
The creature laughed, he laughed at her spirit
“Krampus” he said, “My name, you should fear it!”
Kamala looked confused, knowing not way to say
“Okay weirdo, could we do this another day?”
His chains did rustle, his eyes began to flare
Only able to utter the words “You dare?!”
With a cloven foot stomp, a tsunami of snow
Sending dear little Kamala to the empty streets below
The Krampus was quick, and always alert
Kamala his target, to pound into the dirt
Ms Marvel dodged his second attack
Putting on her mask, nestled deep in her backpack
“I know all naughty children, why try now to conceal?”
“I’m getting in the zone, and wondering your deal”
The Krampus threw down his chain covered sack
Like an empty abyss, opened to reveal only black
“It is my sworn charge to count the misbehaved,
All month I have watched, recording the depraved”
From with the sack, it startled to rustle
Out tumbled twisted toys, his own hired muscle
Like little gremlins, they swarmed our dear hero
She made quick work of them, their numbers down to zero
“That the best you have?” Ms Marvel did boast
“Better run away now, before you are toast!”
The Krampus was angry, letting loose a might howl
Ms Marvel remained brave, apart from his odor most foul
“Mind telling me why you’re picking on me tonight?”
“Because young girl, you lost sight of what’s right”
They fought, like a dance, under a street lamp glow
Ms Marvel contemplating this accusatory foe
“And what’s that mean?” Ms Marvel said, dodging a cloven hoof kick,
“In case you haven’t noticed, being a hero is my shtick!”
The Krampus snorted, his breath like a winter fog,
“Then perhaps you’d like to explain your little nighttime jog?”
The comment froze Ms Marvel, to rethink her current actions,
Enough for Krampus to land a hit, the perfect little distraction
“Okay I messed up, I should be at home, but is it really all that bad?”
“Foolish child!” the goat man grunted, “You forsake the things you have!”
With a single leap the Krampus flew, into the air,
Landing on a chimney, saying “All will know despair!”
“You’re all selfish creatures, allow me to demonstrate,”
“In my hand a wind-up toy bomb, for little Timmy to detonate!”
His wrinkly hand released his trick, down the chimney it went
A frantic Kamala dove down after it, a tight squeezed smoky descent
A dazed and dirty Ms Marvel, landed inside a stranger’s home
Stretching her hands over the bomb, in a protective manicured dome
With a muffled thump the bomb went off, as quiet as a bug
She shook her hands from the stinging tingle, regretting the ruined rug
Moments later she’s back on the roof, as graceful as Saint Nick,

“Are you insane?!” Kamala cried “You holiday dipstick?!”
“The child had it coming!” The Krampus did protest,
“He broke his sisters doll, the little sinful pest!”
Ms Marvel grabbed him with disgust, “The kid is only five!”
The Krampus barked a nasty retort “There’s no excuse for the good he did not strive”
Our hero began to realize, the beast had a narrowed eye,
He saw naughtiness of course, but his standards were too high
“Alright you crazy nutcracker, lets see what you can do”
“I’m cold and getting tired of this, ready for round two”
The two charged each other, a frightful wintry ballet,
An impressive bout, but to residents it was just another day.
The spirit used his magic, and conjured a wooden switch,
Striking her backside, with a painful “SON OF A BI-“,  “LANGUAGE!”
Angered by this hit, a bright fire arouse from within,
“Enough of this” Ms Marvel cried, “It’s time to embiggen!”
The girl became a giant, a tower for all to see,
Stomping on the nuisance that refused to let her be
Panting and tired, our victor covered in soot,
Received a bad feeling, from the rumbling underfoot
The Krampus had grown in size, she had only made him stronger,
 Looking down upon his prey, indulging her no longer

With a burly arm, Krampus struck, returning Ms Marvel to normal size,
The holiday punisher was committed, to make New Jersey his prize
His hand rose towards the pale moon, and thunder began to roar,
The blizzard had become more fierce, like none had seen before
“Tonight, man’s greed will soon be paid, a dark and terrible price”
“By Christmas morning all shall be, imprisoned in a cage of ice!”
As the maelstrom grew with each passing moment, and when all seemed lost,
Our stretchy young maiden dressed in blue, regrouped amidst frost.
“What do I do?” Kamala thought, hoping for a some clarity,
It was then an idea hit her, a gamble based on charity.
She grabbed her bag with much haste, and looking for a special possession,
A personal treasure she kept always, some might call an obsession.
“Excuse me!” Ms Marvel shouted, to her titanic holiday foe,
“I’d like to give you something, before you bury us all in snow!”
Krampus kneeled down, his interest was peaked,
What strange words this young girl did speak.
 He played with his beard, and ear he did pick,
Trying to see if this was all some trick.
The rubbery lass revealed an old tattered cloth,
Shredded and burned, not fit for a moth.
“It’s a piece of costume from a hero of mine,”
“Found after a battle, near Jersey’s coastline”
“It means a lot to me, believe me its true”
“But would you please accept this, as a gift from me to you?”
The Krampus was moved, he took the tiny charm,
Briefly feeling happy, but then quick to alarm.
For you see The Krampus, like many, is bound by ancient laws,
A human had shown to move past its many glaring flaws.
This act of kindness was enough, Krampus’s strength had vanished,
His toy sack came to life, and with that Krampus was banished.
The storm and the spirit were quickly whisked away,
Deep inside the chained toy bag, Ms Marvel had won the day.

With a sigh of relief, Kamala collapsed,
Not quite certain how much time had elapsed.
For a moment or two, she gazed at the stars,
This Christmas was certainly one for her memoirs
She rose from the ground, to see the sack at her feet,
A present she would give to the magician of Bleecker Street
With all loose ends tied up, in a nice little bow,
Kamala realized the place she must go.
Sneaking back to her room, hoping none would discover,
Alone at her desk, doing homework her cover
Though the party raged on, it was now that she could see
That the holidays are meant for one’s family
She may not eat ham, or set up a tree,
But now there’s no place that she’d rather be
Kamala went downstairs, and gave her parents a hug,
She brewed up some cocoa, with her Captain Marvel mug
They told stories and laughed, making memories to remember,
The story of an Avenger, who found new love for December.

Written by Manta Claus