Merry Mythos screaming, y'all...
Yuletide Horror...
By HP Lovecraft:
"There is snow on the ground
And the valleys are cold
And a midnight profound squats over the world
But a light on the hilltops half-seen
Hints of feastings unhallowed & old..."
Let ye Merry folk enjoy their Blood Mass
And survive the Sacrificial Season as best ye can...
What else could ye expect from Cthulhu's Spawn?







