Publisher's Synopsis
Happy Holiday? Or Nightmare Noel? We shall see...
A fresh Hell, each more horrible than the last, unleashed on the same poor and wretched soul with every door opened. Surely the author can't keep this up for 24 days straight? Oh, he can! Becky dreads spending Christmas in the wilds of Donegal with her mum Carla, and Carla's new beau, Adam. Carla knows just how to needle Becky, by ignoring the new branch to the family tree - Becky's son Paul. As Christmas Eve turns into Christmas Day, it's not Santa who comes calling. Becky is about to find out if sap is thicker than blood... A White Christmas, or one filled with deathly black? A Silent Night, or one filled with the anguished screams of the dying? Welcome, all ye merry lads and lasses, to a festive apocalypse where Santa's gifts are dark, hard and sharp! Ever been addicted to Christmas-themed porn? So is Ewan, and that's the most endearing thing about him. Ever wondered what the man behind the beard - upon whose lap your snot-nosed little darling is perched - does when he is not playing Santa Claus? Well why not make some cocoa, grab the goose fat, and be sure to have your Christmas stocking close at hand. Settle in, and enjoy Christmas in a way nobody was ever meant to... you sick fuck! Time to climb on board our sleigh (or should that be 'slay'?) of horrific yuletide yarns, find out what terrors are lurking at the bottoms of your once harmless-looking stockings, and witness what sick and twisted surprises might be waiting to emerge from our bulging, festive sack!
