Crabgrass by Tauhid Bondia for December 19, 2024

I hope Miss Santa gets put in limbo for this!

This is very soap opera, Mrs. Claus wants her brother-in-law to bump off her husband, probably to bump off her brother-in-law and probably might end up taking out her son too, just for the fun of it.

Plots within plots.

Mom: “But I don’t like you, either. Family relationships can get soooo messy.”

Time for an elf uprising.

Randall shows his first ounce of sense… Could I be smelling a whiff of redemption?

Wow, Celine is creepy. This whole Evil Mrs. Claus thing is freaking me out.

Köld eru kvenna ráð. "From the 13th-century Njáls saga, literally “the schemes of women are cold/cruel”. Spoken by Flosi to Hildigunnur after she egged him on to avenge Höskuldur’s death – she had done so by placing Höskuldur’s blood-filled cloak on Flosi."

What is wrong with that woman?!

This is one dark arc.

This resolution should be interesting.

And so the plot thickens.

Coming up next time:

Krampus: “I am your father, Randall. Join me, and we shall rule the North Pole.”

Casting Mrs. Claus has treacherous and the Claus son as weak and vile doesn’t leave much room for a happy Christmas future.

Randal is a bit purple-ish, Uncle Krampus is purple. Perhaps he’s really Dad and not Uncle?

Who would Santa see about a divorce ?

The icy halls of the North Pole grew colder still, as if the warmth of Kris Kringle’s goodness had been replaced with something dark, something hungry. Mrs. Kringle, now a shadow of the loving partner she once was, stood with Randall in a secret chamber beneath the great toy workshop. Her voice was calm, deliberate, as she recounted her pact with Krampus.

“It was simple, dearie,” she said, her words dripping with condescension. “Krampus desires nothing more than the end of your father, the fall of Santa Claus himself. I gave him the means to do so, and in return, he promised to spare you when you rise to take his place.”

Randall’s face twisted with uncertainty, “And we can trust him?” he asked, his voice faltering.

Mrs. Kringle’s laughter echoed through the chamber, sharp and brittle as cracking ice. “Oh, not at all, dearie. Don’t be silly. But trust is a luxury we cannot afford. Power, on the other hand, is something we can wield.”

Far from the scheming pair, Kris sat with the children, unaware of the storm gathering against him. He spoke of love, of sacrifice, of the beauty found in the smallest acts of kindness. But even as he spoke, a chill crept into the air, and his heart grew heavy with a foreboding he could not name.

Back beneath the workshop, Krampus appeared, his form emerging from the shadows like a living nightmare. His claws glinted in the faint light, and his voice, a guttural rasp, filled the chamber. “You think yourself clever, woman,” he said, his fiery eyes fixed on Mrs. Kringle. “But I do not serve you. I serve only chaos.”

Mrs. Kringle did not flinch. “Chaos serves itself, Krampus, and in the destruction of Kris Kringle, you will find your feast. Do as we agreed, and the North Pole will be yours.”

But Krampus’s grin widened, revealing rows of jagged teeth. “You forget, woman, that bargains with the dark are never simple.”

And so, the stage was set, the betrayal unfolding in layers as cold and cruel as the endless northern winds.

This seems to be turning a bit dark for either the Crabgrass comic strip or a Christmas story.

then why are you working for him? :\

I suspect Mrs Claus has another ace up her sleeve: she outwitted Kampus once to save Randall’s life… then she’ll “save” the real Santa too, by outwitting Krampus again… She’s not “bad” she’s just drawn that way…

Mrs. Claus is BAD? Oh my childhood memories are crushed!

When all is said and done, will Santa need a new Mrs. Claus? Is there a North Pole Tinder?

This is the most extreme divorce I’ve ever seen!

I am definitely not enjoying this evil Mrs Claus. I enjoy crabgrass but I think I will cut it out of my favourites.