Kozy Krampus Cosmic Horror for the Holidays

We arrive yet again at the end of it all: the dreaded holiday season, where everything is too bright, nothing is where it should be, and you will be constantly hounded by the persistent dread of having forgotten something very important. And traffic will be totally and utterly f*cked all the way to the mall. We are doomed. But there may still be some spark in these fading minutes before the heat death of the universe, before the last tear is shed, and before the last present is unwrapped. Madness awaits, surely, but there may still be light to guide us to a distant haven. Come with us, once again, across this desolate doomscape of humanity's own creation. Kozy Krampus contains 29 stories of the nocturnal monstrosities that slither down our chimneys while the coals cool and quiet, of the awkward terrors that lurk within pretty boxes with prettier bows, of the doom that creeps into our bowels as we cram yet another slice of sticky, gummy, oh-what-the-hell-is-this? fruitcake into our mouths. These are the horrors visited upon us by family, festivities, and futility. You will get the wrong gift for someone who cares too deeply about material things.