I remember Sankt Niklaus.. at night on December the 5th he came. He knocked on the door. Mother opens door. Tall man enters. He wore his Bishop's hat and staff. Long white beard and hair. Voice like thunder. He has a golden and a black book, for the good deeds or the bad deeds of us kids. The good kids gets presents out of his sack. Mostly apples, nuts, oranges and chocolate. For the real bad kids however... Niklaus was accompanied by the Krampus, this terrible creature, half man half goat, half bear. With horns, red eyes...black and hairy...a horrible guy girded with rusty clinking chains. In his clawy hands he had some wooden rods. The bad kids were beaten black and blue and after that, the Krampus would put them in a sack and the kids were beaten up again with sticks and chains. When Santa Klaus left after a while, the Krampus takes the bad kids away to... I don't know, but I assume to a place where they were beaten up again quite a while. But...we were good kids only on the brink of being bad, so we got presents by Santa but reluctantly with the warning: this time you're lucky enough, your mother told me you have been good boys, but you must behave way better, otherwise next year the Krampus will beat you up and put you in his sack. Horrified and sobbing we promised to be good kids ...Good old times. By the way: Sankt Niklaus lives in heaven high in the Bavarian Alps, since he left Turkey heaven 923 aD. The Krampus lives also therein the Alps but in a cave.. maybe this is also the location of the beating facility for bad kids?