Crincher, The Christmas Pincher

Crincher, The Christmas Pincher is one of the most unsavory holiday monsters the world has seen. The very thought of holiday happiness and joy sends his mind reeling in a fury of pain and madness. So it should come to no surprise that Crincher hates Christmas more than anything.
Crincher earned his name decades ago when his misdeeds first caught the public eye.
In an unknown town somewhere in the North Pole (There is rampant debate over which town, with hundreds of claims, each certifying that they were the first victim.), a very special Christmas had come this year. The one thousandth Christmas! The entire kingdom was mad with festivities for such a prolific happening.
Needless to say, this year was going to be a historic celebration, and Saint Nick declared the entire month a national holiday. To accommodate production quotas for an entire month long holiday, November was declared to be a double labor month. After working themselves nearly to death, the public was eager to lose themselves in the festivities. Everyone that is of course, except Crincher.
Crincher was in charge of coal production for the entire North Pole. A job that no one wanted, and Crincher was chosen to volunteer for. Crinchers job was never done and he struggled to meet demand most months. Coal is one of the most important resources used in the North Pole, powering everything from homes and towns, production facilities, and as a punishment for naughty children.
When Saint Nick demanded workloads to be doubled, an overworked Crincher was unable to meet demand. Shipments came late, and no one ever thanked him for what he done. Crincher had to work twice as hard as the rest of the kingdom, and often found himself tirelessly working days at a time, with no food or sleep.
Due to the very important nature coal played in the North Poles economy, Crincher would be forced to continue working all of December in order to meet the ever growing demands of the kingdom. Crincher toiled away, as the rest of the world lost themselves in the unbridled merriment and good cheer.
They didn't realize how overworked he was, and never once offered him any relief. Quite the opposite in fact, Crincher was met with constant demands for Coal. The celebrations didn't lower his workload, in fact, they nearly tripled it as Coal reserves were depleted without care. Where Crincher was looking forward to the opportunity to start January on quota for once, he was actually going in the negative because of the kingdoms celebrations.
When an order came down for an additional 100,000 units of coal (twice the amount used in a month) for a single feast, Crincher finally snapped.
Crincher knew what had to be done, so he threw down his pick axe, and he returned to his home. He sat down for the first time in three days, and poured himself a glass of his favorite eggnog and told himself that he wouldn't lift a finger for the rest of the month. Content to see the world come to a halt, he would show them to respect him.
A few days later, when the coal ran dry, the citizens of the North Pole finally noticed that Crincher had stopped working. Demanding to know why, they went straight to the source, his home, for an answer. Noticing that he had chose to stop production, and that nothing was wrong, he hadn't died, the elves were upset. They began to call Crincher selfish and lazy, insisting he didn't appreciate Christmas. The insults continued to fly.
Crincher couldn't believe his ears. He was the only one still working, and nearly dead from exhausted and he was the villain? It became too much for him to bare. In a fury of anger Crincher erupted. He screamed at the top of his lungs that the elves were only obsessed with celebrating and that they had forgotten about poor Crincher, left to work himself to death alone in the mines. Crincher was never told thank you, never invited to participate with the others, and no one ever visited him. He was so miserable, and no one cared.
Crincher screamed at the shocked elves, telling them "None of you deserve Christmas." and he began to act wild. Crincher began to yell at anyone in his path, telling them that they were the selfish ones. It was all too much, and he realized that their obsession with Christmas had to stop.
In a fit of anger, he began to gather up all the presents, decorations, and holiday accouterments he could find, completely destroying it all. In a single night it was obliterated, nothing remained of Christmas as the terrified elves huddled in fear the next day. With nothing remaining to vent his frustrations on Crincher vowed "He would return every year to destroy their precious holiday, until Christmas was just a fleeting memory." then he left into the fog where no one could find him.
Crincher, from then on became known as The Christmas Pincher and the following year, he made good on his word. Showing up on December 24th, he begins his campaign of terror, hunting down all those who dare to celebrate.
One year Crincher was on his seasonal rampaging when a young elf presented him a glass of Eggnog (his favorite kind) and told him "It's ok, I forgive you, I would do the same." and then laid back in bed. Crincher was taken a back and tucked the young boy back in. He had realized that the Christmas had been ruined for the child by the people he hated too. This year, everyones Christmas was ruined, except for one young boy. Crincher left him his presents.
Word spread fast of this, and eventually a tradition of leaving glasses of Eggnog and apologies to Crincher began. Crincher was surprised the first year it happened, and decided to pass over these homes. It was about time people started treating him with respect he thought. Not everyone does this though, the wounds of past pinched Christmases always fresh in their mind.