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- Too close.

- Well, that's what we get for being ass deep

on Kaiser Bill's side of the line.

- Why do we always get the easy jobs?

- Don't know.

Maybe it's Colonel Foley's way of saying he loves us.

All right, let's move out.

- Copy that.

- Keeper of the fairies.

Keeper of the secrets.

- Colonel Schneider.

Sir.

We've been ordered to fall back.

- I summon you.

- My God.

As keeper of this amulet,

I order you,

come forth, child of darkness,

and do my bidding.

It's happening.

- Colonel!

- All right, this is the spot.

Wolf, pinpoint.

Collins, cover the rear.

- Got you covered.

- Sir.

- Sargent?

- It's too quiet.

I don't like it.

- Well, you can take that up with Colonel Foley.

This is the target.

Move out.

- Colonel!

- Wolf, take the pride and clear the room.

Collins, maps, documents, everything comes with us.

- Yes, Sergeant.

- Lieutenant?

Sir?

You okay?

- I've had better days, Collins.

- Lieutenant.

Sir.

Colonel Foley asked me to see you, sir.

- Lieutenant McNamara reporting as ordered, sir.

- At ease, Lieutenant.

I heard you lost a man tonight.

- More than one, sir.

- Well, I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

Those spooks are going over the intel you gathered,

and we should know soon enough just how valuable

it may turn out to be.

- Yes, sir.

- It's not all bad news, Lieutenant.

The krauts are growing desperate.

Rumor has it that the German high command

is talking surrender,

so with any luck,

this whole damn, cursed war could be over by Christmas.

- Very happy to hear that, sir.

- Good.

Good work out there at any case.

- Yes sir.

- Dismissed.

- The shellings stopped.

It's so quiet.

It's almost peaceful.

- Almost.

- That a picture of your girl, Lieutenant?

- My wife, Josephine.

- She's very pretty, sir.

- She is.

- What's that you're reading?

- I'm not readin' nothin'.

I have no idea what kind of language this is.

I took it off the kraut that Lieutenant killed today.

- It's in German.

- No.

No, I've never seen words like these before.

- Sergeant. - Yes, sir?

- Did I hear that right? You found that on the raid tonight?

- I did, sir.

- Why, then, did you not turn it in

with the rest of the intel?

- Wasn't necessarily an intel, Lieutenant.

It's some kind of story book or somethin'.

- Your bag, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

- Miss McNamara?

- I am.

- Name's Jimmy, I'll be your escort.

- Oh.

Very nice to meet you, James.

- Only two women call me James,

my mother and Sister Rafus, so please,

Jimmy.

- Jimmy.

- Right this way.

- Adelia.

Come on, I need to get my knitting needles.

Adelia, please.

Why are you locking the doors?

You know what Sister Rafus will say.

- I need to show you something.

Close the door.

- What are you doing?

- This is alchemy.

- What's alchemy?

- Miss Lena told me about it.

She gave me this box.

She says, "Those who master alchemy

"can use it for all sorts of things.

"Potions to heal, to sleep,

"to make a boy love you."

- What, like magic? - Yes, exactly.

Here, let me show you.

"Love and healing magic:

"two parts willow tree bark,

"one pinch of rosemary,

"a dash of dried apple ground into a paste.

"In small doses, it will heal infection and fever."

- "Fairy Guardian Conjuring:

"call upon the fairies in the darkness of light."

Fairies?

Really, Adelia?

You shouldn't bother--

- What are you two about?

- Nothing free to bother with, Ida.

- Henrietta and Adelia,

why are you not at choir?

- I'm so sorry, Sister.

We were just about to leave.

- What's that you're reading?

- Oh, nothing.

It's a book I found.

- Give it here.

"Secrets of the Fairies.

"Potions.

"Remedies."

Really, now?

Where do you find such rubbish, girls?

Oh, you need not answer.

This is Miss Lena's doing, is it not?

Oh, never mind.

You've each earned a demerit.

Adelia, I believe this is your second this week.

- It wasn't Henrietta's fault, she was just--

- Silence, child.

- Yes, sister.

- Off to choir now, both of you.

- Yes, Sister.

- What's it about, Sister?

- Never you mind, Ida.

- Very well.

Is there anything more I can help you with?

- Yes.

You can go to choir with everyone else.

- Yes, Sister.

- New teacher.

- Really?

Well, let me see.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, she'd do in a pinch.

- In a pinch?

- Oh, never mind.

- Good heavens,

what happened here?

- Something at breakfast didn't sit

well with this young one.

- And, why are you cleaning it up?

- It's no bother, Sister.

- Your duties are to keep clean

the kitchens and the lavatories.

The children are responsible for their rooms.

- Kitchen's clean,

same with the privies.

- Nonetheless,

we strive to teach personal responsibility here.

Lena, stop this at once,

and stand and face me when I address you.

- How may I be of service?

- You can start by explaining this.

I found Adelia with it,

and I can only guess that it was you

that gave it to her.

- It's just a bit of fun, ma'am.

It's harmless enough.

- Potions and spells,

it's blasphemy.

I won't have the children exposed to such indignity.

I tolerate your peculiarities,

because you have a way with the children,

but there are limits I will not allow you to press.

Have I made myself clear?

- You have, Sister.

- Excuse me, Sister,

but the young woman is here.

The history teacher from Tulsan, Miss Josephine McNamara.

- Oh, yes.

Where is she?

- In Father Timothy's office.

- Very well.

Miss McNamara.

- Yes,

but it's Mrs. McNamara.

Sister?

- Mary Rafus.

Oh, please, sit.

- Excuse me,

I was told I'd be meeting with Father Timothy.

He and I have been corresponding by mail for some time now.

- It was I who wrote those letters

in the good Father's name.

Oh, there's nothing amiss.

Father Timothy is very old,

and his health is fading,

and he's vested me with those burdens

now beyond his capacity to manage.

- I see.

- Does that trouble you?

- Not at all, ma'am, Sister.

- Sister will do.

- Yes, Sister.

- And, what of your husband?

Would he approve of his pretty,

young wife tending a gaggle of unfortunates?

- Well, I'm sure he will once I tell him.

Patrick is a kind-hearted man,

and I expect he will commend my decision to work here.

Only, it's been some time since I've received news from him,

as he's stationed in France near the front.

- He's a soldier?

- Yes.

- I see.

May God protect him.

- What do you think you're doing?

- Sitting down to eat.

- Not here, you're not.

- There's plenty of room.

- I prefer to dine alone.

Thank you.

- Not hungry, Violet?

- Not for this.

- It's not that bad today.

- I wish we could say the same thing about the company.

Don't look at him.

Maybe he won't bother us.

- Hey, Adelia.

Had another dream about you last night.

You were naked.

- You're a pig, Jack Larson.

- This never works,

but you never stop trying.

- I'm persistent.

I thought women liked that kind of thing.

- Not this one.

- Well, how about you, Henrietta?

- Not even if you were as rich as Midas.

- There's Bram.

Let's go mess with him.

- Why don't you just leave him alone?

- Why don't you worry about yourself, Adelia?

What do you say, Jack?

- I'm sorry, my lovelies,

but we're gonna have to continue this later.

Whatcha reading, bubbsy?

- Who you foolin'?

Boy can't read.

- I like to look at the pictures.

- Are there any nudies in there?

- Give me that.

You look like you wanna hit me.

Go ahead.

Do it.

I want you to.

- No, I think he's gonna cry.

- That right?

You gonna cry?

See, his brain's not all that soft about him.

On this floor, we have have our dormitory,

two children to a room.

- Fight, fight!

- No, Jack!

- Get this freak off me!

- I'm getting Sister Rafus.

Sister, Rafus, come quickly. - What's come over you, child?

- A brawl in the dining room.

- Enough of this.

- But, he's the one that started this, Sister, I swear.

- That's not true. All he was doing was reading

when they started laying into him.

- Yeah, it's true. We saw the whole thing.

- Silence, everyone.

What sort of cowardice is it to beat a boy two-on-one?

Help him up, girls.

I don't know who started this,

but both of you boys have just earned a demerit.

Go and take Bram to Sister Martha.

And, the rest of you go back to eating your lunches.

Still sure you want the job, Mrs. McNamara?

- We were supposed to take him to Sister Martha.

- What could Sister Martha do?

The woman's half blind.

- There.

Let that sit.

- What is it?

- Just a recipe of my own.

- It stinks.

- I know,

but it heals,

and that's the important part.

By morning, it'll be as if it never happened.

- Really?

- How do you feel, Bram?

- Like I just got trampled on.

- From what I hear, I'm told you were very brave.

- Brave? - Mm hmm,

and that you walloped that Virgil good.

- Yeah, and if Jack didn't blindside you,

it would be him in here.

- I wouldn't help him.

- Why not?

- Boy's a bully,

and just like you,

I've been fightin' him off my whole life.

- Really?

- Really.

Now, you all better get out of here

before Sister Rafus gets wise to us.

Keep Bram out of her sight until morning.

- Thanks, Lena.

- Yes, thank you.

- You're very welcome, Bram.

- Sister Rafus?

- ♪ Had a little drink about an hour ago ♪

♪ And it went right to my head

Who are you?

- I'm sorry, Father.

I was looking for Sister Rafus.

♪ When I'm happy, when I'm happy ♪

- Well, this is her office, more or less,

so that's not a surprise,

but you're that new teacher she hired,

I'm guessin'.

- I am, sir.

- Well, don't just stand there.

Come on down and join us for a slug.

- No, I can't.

- Bad luck to refuse a holy man's hospitality.

- Well said, Jim.

Well, young lady, would you like to join civil-i-bation?

- Oh, very well.

- That's the spirit.

- I gotta warn you,

this is packin' heat,

and of course, you faint heart.

♪ Show me the way to go home

♪ I'm tired and I wanna go to bed ♪

♪ I had a little drink about an hour ago ♪

♪ And it went right to my head ♪

A lady after my own heart.

Would you like another?

- I'm afraid I must decline.

Tomorrow's bound to be a challenge,

and now, for that adding to it,

the misery of a hangover.

Well, good evening to you both.

- And, to you.

- You know the best way

to avoid a hangover

is don't stop drinkin'.

- Hey, Jack. - Quiet.

Oh, shit! Someone's coming.

- Who's there?

- Who's asking?

- Jack?

- Ida?

- What are you doing out of your room?

- Right back at ya.

- Well, look at miss goody-goody.

I always knew she had a wild side.

- Look, don't sweat it.

If you keep our secret,

we'll keep yours.

Deal?

- Deal.

- It's this one.

♪ I can't sleep tonight

♪ I can't eat a bite

♪ 'Cause the man I love

♪ He don't treat me right - See anything?

- Shh.

♪ He makes me feel so blue ♪ I don't know what to do

Oh, not bad at all.

♪ Sometimes I sit and sigh

♪ And then begin to cry

- Move, Jack. Let me see.

♪ Said his last goodbye

- Who's there?

- Run.

- Sister.

- You left your door open.

Be mindful of such carelessness,

as it looks to have attracted some gentlemen callers.

- I'll be more careful.

- Good night.

Mrs. McNamara.

- Sister?

- It's time for morning Mass.

- Malachi, chapter three, verse one:

The Messenger of the Covenant.

"Now, I am sending my messenger.

"He will prepare the way before me,

"and the Lord, whom you seek,

"will come suddenly to His temple.

"The messenger of the covenant,

"whom you desire,

"'see, He is coming,

"says the Lord of hosts."

This is the word of the Lord.

- Thanks be to God.

- Brothers and sisters of Christ,

as the Christmas holiday's

nearly among us,

we must give thanks.

We must--

Be good among yourselves,

and rejoice.

- It appears that Father Timothy

is unwell again this morning,

but take heed of his message.

Be kind and good to one another,

for Christmas is a season of a kindness and fellowship.

Isn't that right, Father?

- Oh, quite so, Sister.

Quite so.

- And, Mr. John Adams was our second president,

and he also signed the Declaration of Independence.

- Mrs. McNamara.

- Yes?

- A word, please.

- Excuse me, class.

- Ms. Josephine McNamara.

I have a letter, ma'am,

from Secretary of War Becker.

"It is with the deepest of regret,

"my most somber duty,

"to report that your husband, Patrick,

"was killed in action on December 3rd,

"while defending his post against the German attack.

"His selfless and heroic duties are greatly respected."

I'm so very sorry, ma'am.

Sister, perhaps I can give these to you.

They're Lieutenant McNamara's personal things.

Sister.

- Return to your rooms now, children.

- Lena?

- Hey, Jimmy.

- What's that you're makin'?

- Just somethin' for that Mrs. Josephine

to help her with her nerves.

- Yeah.

Talkin' about a bad first day on the job.

- Rough start, no doubt.

- Think she'll be leaving us now?

- Of course.

How could she stay after something like that?

- I liked her.

- But, you didn't know her.

None of us did.

- I know,

but she just had a way about her.

It's hard to explain.

- I understand what you mean, Bram.

- I made you some fresh herb tea.

- Oh.

You're very sweet.

Thank you.

- It's Lena.

- Oh,

well,

thank you, Lena.

- Mrs. McNamara,

if you should want to pray,

or talk to someone,

or anything at all,

my door is always open.

- Thank you, Father.

Perhaps later.

- Yes, of course.

- Ida,

hey.

Really?

Still with that damn book?

- I can leave if you want.

- Sorry.

It's just, I'm needing some affection.

- Shut up, Billy.

- What is that, anyway?

- It's ancient writing,

pagan letters.

- And, the other one?

Ancient alphabets,

translations and definitions.

Where did you get these?

- Quiet.

I'm trying to concentrate.

- You swiped those from that old drunk's library?

- There.

I think I can make it out now.

- Make what out?

The hell are you talking about?

Come again?

You're a witch.

- You really think so?

- Yeah, I'm out of here.

- Me too.

- What's that?

- Billy?

Come on out.

This isn't funny, Billy.

- Who's he?

- I heard he arrived in the dead of night.

- He has a strange way about him.

- Guess he's not hungry.

- Guess not.

- But, there's something else.

No one can find Ida.

- Maybe she flew away on her broomstick.

- I heard she ran off with a boy.

- A boy?

Who?

- Some townie she's been sneaking off to see.

- Ida, miss teacher's pet?

- That's what they say.

- Are you not hungry, child?

Would you follow me then to Father Timothy's office?

We have much to discuss.

- Operator.

- Yes, may I have the train station, please?

- Hold, please.

- Yes, when does the next train depart?

- It's Christmas Eve, ma'am,

and you've just missed the last one

until after the holidays.

- I see.

Thank you.

- "And, from this time,

"being the age before the dawn of man,

"the spirits of old,

"the gods of elemental power over the universe,

"the servants of the divine,

"where the fairies had conjured a being of pure evil.

"They called this beast the Krampus."

- Have a seat, please.

Very well.

What can you tell me of yourself?

You can start with a name.

Who are you?

Are you unable to-- - Nicholas.

- Nicholas.

And, what is your last name?

- Nicholas is my name.

- No last name?

Where are you from?

- Where do you think you're going, Lena?

- Get out of my way, please.

I need to speak with Sister Rafus.

Sister, I must warn you.

- What's come over you?

- We're, all of us, in the greatest of danger.

- Lena, good heavens.

- Lena?

- What's wrong with her?

- She's running a fever,

but there's something else.

- Something else?

- She hasn't opened her eyes since she collapsed.

- Is there anything we can do to help, sister?

- You can pray for her,

and stay out of Sister Martha's way.

- Yes, Sister.

- Do you hear me, Adelia?

- Yes.

- Let's go, children.

We need to let Lena sleep.

- Sister?

- Mrs. McNamara.

I thought Jimmy was taking you to the train station.

- No more are running until after the holiday.

- I'm sorry.

You should be with family after receiving such news.

- Perhaps you have some work

I could do to keep myself occupied?

Anything I could do to help you or Sister Martha?

Perhaps something of Lena's?

I know she's taken ill.

- I really think it's best--

- No, please, Sister.

Any task,

anything at all.

Scrubbing floors would be heaven

compared to sitting in my room alone.

- Some of the children are decorating the Christmas tree.

I'm sure they would be grateful

to have someone tall enough helping them.

- Very well, Sister.

Thank you.

Oh, hello, young man.

- You've been crying,

but not for Lena?

Who is it you cry for,

your husband?

He was a soldier, was he not?

- He was, yes.

- Then, why the tears?

Soldiers die all the time.

- Okay, now you sound warning if you see anyone.

- Why?

And, what are we doing here?

I thought we were going to see Henrietta.

- No.

Well, not yet, anyway.

Just stand here, Bram, okay?

Keep your voice down low.

It'll be okay,

just call out to me if you see Sister Rafus or anybody.

- Do you even know how Santa manages to visit us every year

when we have such a little chimney?

- That's how he comes in, through the chimney.

- But, he's so fat,

how does he fit?

- He's magical.

- I know she's mean most of the time,

but I'm worried about Ida.

- Is that the girl who's missing?

I hear she ran away with a boy.

- She does that every night when she thinks I'm sleeping.

She always comes back.

- What?

You wanna make somethin' of it, shrimp?

- What's going on here? - Nothing.

- Virgil tripped the new boy.

- I did not such thing.

- That will be quite enough.

- Can you just leave it alone, Virgil?

- Sleep tight tonight, kid.

- Okay.

Here we go.

- Truly, Adelia?

You locked me out again?

- Lock it behind her, please.

- The book Lena gave you.

Sister Rafus gave it back to you?

- Not exactly. - Adelia, you shouldn't be--

- We need to help Lena.

Whatever's wrong with her,

I doubt it's anything Sister Martha can cure.

This book, it's full of recipes.

Let's see,

gifts of mother goddess,

the healing arts,

amending a broken bone.

No.

To restore a person's sense of smell,

well, no.

Oh, here.

To awaken someone from an unnatural sleep,

use one part rosemary,

one part sage,

one part lavender,

and one tail of a needful creature.

- What's a needful creature?

- It looks like a rat.

- Yeah, that's it.

- There's a lot of rats at the back house.

I can go get them.

- I'll come with you.

- Please be careful, you two.

- Jimmy.

- Father?

- Drop of the creature?

- Blow her away for me.

- Timing couldn't be better for me.

Good afternoon, Sister.

- Father,

and my sense of smell hasn't faded with age,

so there's no need for pageantry.

It is with you, James, that I wish to speak.

- All ears, Sister.

- I'm worried about Ida.

Sally tells me she's been sneaking off

to see that Miller boy again,

but it's not like her not to come back.

- Young love.

- I want you to go into town

and inquire after her whereabouts.

Start with that Miller boy.

Find out where he is,

and if she's with him,

tell her we only wish her to return,

and all will be forgiven.

Well, she'll have to be punished, actually,

but we will forgive her.

After all,

I was young once myself.

What?

- Didn't say a word.

- I'll be off then.

- Happy hunting.

- Good day, dear Father.

- Where's your stocking, Mrs. Josephine?

- Time for bed now, little ones.

You don't want to be awake when Santa Claus arrives.

- But, it's so early.

- Wait, what was that?

Did you hear that, Mrs. McNamara?

- I think I did.

- Sounds like reindeer.

Not very far, wouldn't you say?

- Very close.

- Nicholas.

It's time for bed now, child.

- Is it ready yet?

- I think so.

- Did you find out anything?

- Nothing.

I found the boy's father,

but he hasn't seen or heard from him since yesterday.

My guess is the two of them ran off together.

- Oh, that's just not like her.

- You think you know people, but--

- It's been such a trying day,

what with this news of Mrs. McNamara's husband,

and Ida running off,

and that strange child, Nicholas,

just arriving at our door.

- I can widen my search tomorrow,

check the surrounding towns,

see if anyone's taken sight of them.

- Tomorrow is Christmas day, James,

and your place is here with us.

It saddens me that Ida has forgotten hers,

but that was her choice.

- Good night, Sister.

- Good night, James.

- It's not working.

- Well, maybe we're not doing it right.

What does the book say again? - Apply it to the fingertips

of the one that's lost its slumber,

but nothing's happening.

- Are you sure we're doing this right?

- Adelia, we need to hurry.

Sister Martha will be starting head count soon,

and if we're not in our rooms, you know--

- I know!

- Where's Bram?

- Don't know,

but if I were you,

I'd go check Adelia and Henrietta's room.

- Adelia, Bram!

- It's not gonna work, Adelia.

- Bram!

- The Sisters are looking for us.

- Henrietta?

Adelia?

What are you children doing in here?

- We're--

- Stay with me, girls.

- What was that noise?

- It sounded like Jack and Virgil.

- It's happening?

- What's happening?

- He's here.

- Virgil?

- Jack?

- Bram, give me that book.

- Lena, what is happening?

- Lena?

- Spirits of light,

shield us from the darkness,

by not the forces of evil.

- They need help.

- No, Bram! Don't go.

Girls, take my hands.

Bram, you, too. We need to form a circle.

- Why do we need to form a circle?

- Just do what I say and repeat after me.

- Spirits of light, shield us from the darkness.

- Spirits of light, shield us from the darkness.

- What is that?

- Don't look, just repeat after me, keep going!

- Spirits of light, shield us from the darkness.

- They told me you didn't--

Am I dreaming?

- Yeah, yeah, you are.

Not all dreams are lies.

Oh, my love.

Josephine, you need to hear me.

You and everyone in this house are in danger.

- What? - For a lot of them,

for many of them, it's already too late, but if you act now,

you can still save the children.

- I don't understand. - I know.

I'm sorry. You have to wake up now.

You have to wake up now.

I'm sorry. - No.

- I'm sorry.

Look to the amulet. It'll protect you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You have to wake up. - No, no, no!

- You have to wake up.

- No, don't leave me!

Jimmy!

- Mrs. McNamara.

- Father Timothy.

What's happened here?

- A beast.

A demon from the bowels of hell.

- I need to get you help.

I have to.

- No, no,

Josephine, listen to me.

It's taken the children.

- What?

No.

Where, where?

- Into the inferno.

Josephine,

you must help the children.

- How?

How?

How do I help them?

- You--

- Father.

Father!

Father!

Father!

- Spirits of light, shield us from the darkness.

- Lena?

Children?

- Is he gone?

- No,

but I think for now, we're safe.

Where did you get that?

- It was among my husband's things.

- What is it?

- It's the weapon we need.

- For what?

Just what is this thing we're fighting?

- The Krampus.

- Lena!

Lena! Lena!

Lena!

- It's stuck.

- Nicholas?

- The handle's red hot.

- It's evil magic.

I need to find a counter spell.

- Keeper of the amulet,

greetings.

- What are you?

- A traveler.

- I don't understand.

- I come from a world long forgotten,

locked away by the fairies into that cursed book,

since before the age of man,

until I was set free.

For that, I am thankful.

- Set free? How?

- It was the girl.

You called her Ida.

She freed me from my prison.

- Where is she?

- I've taken her,

and all the other's young ones

I found in this place.

- Taken them where?

- Into the inferno,

the realm of fire,

that lies between this world and the next,

my home,

and the source of my power.

A power that grows ever stronger

with every child I confine there.

- And, the others?

Sister Rafus and Sister Martha?

Jimmy and Father Timothy?

You murdered them!

Why, why?

- For the same reason the huntsman

slays the deer or the wolf,

devours its prey.

- What are you saying?

It's in your nature to murder us?

- To punish you,

that is my purpose,

to take from you the children

and act as harbinger to the darkness

that will follow my return.

- There has to be something,

some way that we can--

- No.

There is nothing.

Prepare.

- Goddess of water,

mother,

life-giver,

I call upon you.

- Oh, shit.

- Children, just as before,

once more,

we need to combine our energy.

Come on.

Repeat after me.

Again.

- It's working!

- Focus, again children.

Bram, get the book.

- What is it you're waiting for, then?

- Foolish mortal,

so eager to die.

- Tell her the truth, Krampus.

You can't hurt her.

She's the bearer of the amulet.

- This is the true.

You, on the other hand--

Death to you.

- Give me the amulet.

- Lena!

We'll all be okay.

- Lena said the amulet can be used to defeat him.

Maybe we can use it to open the door.

- How?

- Give it to me.

- He's coming!

- Hurry!

- Okay, okay.

I need to catch my breath,

and where are we even running to, anyways?

- As far away as we can get from that demon.

Let's keep going.

- No.

We have the power,

the power to defeat it.

Lena told us so.

- Lena didn't make it.

- No, the power's in the amulet.

All we need to do is use it.

- How do we do that?

- The book.

- It's useless.

She didn't even translate.

- Wait, give it to me!

Okay.

- You think you can read it?

- Ancient German.

Ancient German,

runic!

- No one understands that.

- No, wait.

It's starting to make sense!

- Really?

- Yeah. I told Sister Rafus I wanted

the chance to practice my studies.

Well, here it is.

"Krampus Origins,

"A Tale From the Fairies."

- Amazing.

- How do we stop it?

- "Creation of the Krampus,"

no.

"Summoning and summoning stones."

- He's coming.

Hurry up, hurry up, come on.

- Hurry!

- Give me the amulet.

Josephine!

- Josephine, Josephine!

- Do you hear that, children?

- Of course.

- You're back.

- It's gone.

Be careful.

- Let's go.

- What if somebody finds it?

- We can only hope that day never comes.

I wish I knew you better, Sister,

but your life's work lives on through these children.

I have no doubt they will grow up to be fine men and women.

Most of them, anyway.

- Hey, Bram.

- What do you want?

- Adelia told us what you did,

how you and her helped out Miss McNamara,

and destroyed that thing,

and brought us all back.

- I did everything I could,

but it's Miss Lena you should be thanking.

- If only we could.

- Look, I guess what we're trying to say

is that we're really sorry about how we made sport of you.

And--

- And, if we could,

we'd like a chance to start over as friends.

Friends?

- Why not?

- Thanks, Bram,

and Merry Christmas.

- It was Christmas yesterday.

- Yeah, well,

I guess we kinda missed it.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Bram,

whatever happened to your stutter?

- Don't know.

- Those are very pretty flowers.

I'm sure Lena would agree.

- It was her favorite.

She used to say the flowers

continued the magic of the fairies.

Hey, you loved them all,

but I'm gonna miss Lena the most.

- Well, she's in good company, at least.

I hope she and Sister Rafus

can get on better in heaven

than they ever did here on earth.

Maybe Father Timothy and Jimmy can help

try to loosen her up a bit.

- That's unlikely.

And, your husband?

- Yes.

Patrick was his name.

- Patrick.

You'll see him again one day.

- I will.

Just as you'll see Lena again one day.

Oh,

I almost forgot.

I have something for you.

- The amulet?

But, it was your husband's.

- It belongs with a girl who understands magic,

and I am the farthest thing from that.

- Thank you.

- You're very welcome.