Crabgrass by Tauhid Bondia for December 21, 2024

Oh Rudy, had something he didn’t say earlier uh oh.

Rudy probably knows Mrs. Claus is behind this.

“Cannon fodder!”

But wait, there’s more! This story is the classic “riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.” How will Kevin and Miles save Christmas? What is their role in the epic conflict?

This better be good.

One of these days Tauhid will really surprise us, and have it all be a dream, when he’s never done that before.

Deck his halls, Santa! Kick him in the stocking! Jingle his bells! Run him over with your reindeer!

I must say, Crabgrass is the deepest comic strip I’ve ever read.

Something is wrong, very wrong, in Santa Land and only the boys can sort it out. And they only have three days to do it!

The first day of winter dawned, though the sun’s light was but a pale promise on the horizon. The longest night had passed, and the world tipped once more toward the light. The solstice marked a turning—a slow, deliberate shift from shadow to radiance, from despair to hope. Yet even as the balance swung, the air still trembled with the echoes of an ancient struggle.

Kris Kringle stood firm, his presence a bastion against the encroaching dark. Across from him, Krampus loomed, his form a writhing mass of shadow and fury. The lines between them had never been clearer—Kris, the bearer of light and joy, and Krampus, the embodiment of envy and vengeance. But in this moment, under the faint light of a rising sun, it was not merely a battle between brothers; it was the eternal conflict between good and evil, tilting on the fragile fulcrum of the solstice.

“Brother,” Kris called, his voice steady but filled with sorrow. “This night has passed, and with it, your dominion. The light will always return, no matter how deep the dark may seem.”

Krampus roared, his voice a tempest of rage. “You speak of light, yet it is a fragile thing! A mere flicker against the vastness of shadow. Do you not see? The world bends not to kindness, but to power!”

But Kris stood unwavering. “Power born of fear consumes itself. It is light—given freely, shared endlessly—that endures.”

The first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds, casting long, golden beams across the snowy expanse. The light touched Kris, igniting his presence with a warmth that pushed back the cold. Krampus recoiled, his shadowy form seeming to thin, to weaken under the growing radiance. The scales had tipped, and the balance now favored the light.

For though Krampus raged, his power waned with the passing night. Kris turned toward the dawn, the weight of his purpose heavy but unyielding. For there was more to the story—there was always more to the story—and the light, though fragile, would never falter.

This could be serious. I notice that Santa’s fists aren’t giggling. That suggests that they aren’t as effective as Rip’s.

Next Santa has to deal with his wife…..why is she a bad guy????

Are you ready to RRRUUUUUUMBLE?!!! The Blizzard Dome! Two go in, only one comes out! Sis Boom Bah! Go Santa Go! Yule Tide that Krampus Grinch!

RUDY: “The real reason I brought you here is I’m actually Darth Grinch and I’m in cahoots with Krampus and Mrs. Claus. MUWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!”

Plot Twist!

The elf will sell them to the ice demons in exchange for troops to fight Krampus.