It's the night before Hogswatch. And it's too quiet.

There's snow, there are robins, there are trees covered with decorations, but there's a notable lack of the fat man who delivers the toys...

He's gone.

Susan the governess has to find him before morning, otherwise the sun won't rise. And unfortunately her only helpers are a raven with an eyeball fixation, the Death of Rats ("the grim squeaker"), and an oh god of hangovers. Worse still, someone is coming down the chimney. This time he's carrying a sack instead of a scythe, but there's something regrettably familiar...

Ho. Ho. Ho.

It's true what they say..."You'd better watch out..."