It s the night before Hogswatch. And it s too quiet. There s snow, there re robins, there re trees covered with decorations, but there s a notable lack of the big fat man who delivers the toys... He s gone. Susan the governess has got 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 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...