Railed by the Krampus

When I said I'd sell my soul for a lump of coal on Christmas Eve, I wasn't serious... not really. But the strange shadow that has always lived behind my mirrors doesn't get the joke.

Now, I'm at the mercy of Klaus's bargain until I can bring him twelve increasingly ridiculous gifts (why are most of them birds?). But the creature that lurks in his domain wants something more... something infinitely more delicious.