'Tis that time of year. When the noises start.
Wintersday is upon us. Orphans rejoice, and eat a warm tart.
However, there is one being who despises it all.
And he often comes out at nightfall.
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
All we know is, he hates this season.