Crabgrass by Tauhid Bondia for December 20, 2024

Get ready for the main event! I smell a big battle coming.

This would have done really well as the Saturday strip.

There better be some killer gifts under the tree after all this.

Please not a snowball fight… please not a snowball fight…Too many Christmas movies where battle ensues usually involves a snowball fight. That’s probably why Die Hard is a beloved Christmas movie: NO snowball fights.

Mrs. Claus may be hoping that neither of them get out of this alive…

These Santa comic strips are ruining Christmas for me for the last two years. First Santa wants kids to stop believing in him and now Mrs. Claus is evil.

Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful! It will be… DELICIOUS!!

In this corner, standing at seven feet tall and in great shape, Santa Claus!

Nothing like a buff Santa to deal with the situation.

Santa is ready to rumble

I don’t believe Krampus is prepared for these two children!!!

What will the boys’ role in this be? They’re here for a reason……………

Mrs vexman (vex frau?) says snowballs, weapon of choice. How many arms does this Krampus have? Truly, I’ve never heard of him before or her, and don’t feel like researching this, though everybody seems to know who or what Krampus is but me. I think it’s worth commenting that Santa could use a little more blubber to keep him warm in that chilly climate, and his signature red coat

Vexfrau again, never mind. I looked it up and now I know who Krampus is.

He’s on a mission!

Beneath the shimmering veils of the aurora, the North Pole stood in solemn stillness. The Winter Solstice had come, a night like no other—a moment suspended between darkness and light, where the world seemed to hold its breath. It was said that on this night, the boundaries between what is and what could be dissolved, allowing even the most embittered of hearts a glimpse of redemption.

Kris Kringle, clad in his crimson robe, faced the icy horizon where his brother, Krampus, would soon emerge. The children watched from the shadows, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and fear. Kris stood tall, though the weight of sorrow pressed heavily on his heart. For all his strength and joy, he carried the pain of losing his brother to the darkness—a pain that no gifts or carols could erase.

As the wind howled, Krampus appeared, his form terrible and grand, his shadow stretching long across the snow. Yet tonight, the malice that so often defined him was tempered. The light of the solstice touched even him, softening the jagged edges of his being. He stopped a mere breath away from Kris, and for a moment, silence reigned.

“The solstice binds us, brother,” Krampus said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo in the very bones of the earth. “It is a time of balance, a time when the light does not vanquish the dark, nor the dark the light. It is the in-between, where both can exist.”

Kris nodded, his gaze steady but heavy with emotion. “Then let us honor this moment, not as foes, but as brothers. For tonight, there is no room for hatred.”

The solstice wove its magic around them, a quiet but profound power. In that fleeting time, the wounds of the past softened, and the two stood together, not as adversaries, but as the embodiment of the eternal dance of light and shadow. It was a fragile peace, but it was peace nonetheless, and for one night, it was enough.

Panel one- Kevin may need to change his underwear.

Maybe the Abominable Snowman will help. He’s a friend of Christmas.

Let’s get it on!!!

“Let’s finish this!” I heartily concur. LET’S!!!!