by Bill Tiepelman
The Night the Gnomes Drank Christmas
The Night the Gnomes Drank Christmas is a sassy, irreverent holiday tale about ancient rules, bad decisions, and the magical fallout that still haunts December to this day. When three gnomes revive a forbidden Christmas Eve drinking game, the spirits show up, the fine print gets read aloud, and Christmas is never quite the same again.
by Bill Tiepelman
Jingleboots & Bad Decisions in the Snow
When the Naughty List grows antlers, boots, and an attitude, Christmas stops being about punishment and starts being about recognition. “Jingleboots & Bad Decisions in the Snow” is a mischievous holiday tale where guilt learns to wink, bells jingle with consequences, and everyone is just a little more seen than they’re comfortable with.
by Bill Tiepelman
The Marshmallow Mauler of Mistletoe Manor
When an over-whipped cup of cocoa unleashes a frosting-born menace, Mistletoe Manor becomes ground zero for a holiday legend filled with chaos, sugar-fueled mischief, and one creature’s unforgettable quest for marshmallows. Dive into the riotous origins of the Marshmallow Mauler in this whimsical winter tale.
by Bill Tiepelman
The Yuletide Defender
It was the night before Christmas, and not a creature was stirring, except for Santa Claus himself—and he was armed to the teeth. The jolly old elf, usually the patron of goodwill and cheer, had a new look this year. His crimson suit was reinforced with enchanted armor etched with runes of "NOEL" in ancient Nordic script. His candy-cane staff had been swapped for a double-edged sword that shimmered with a frosty blue aura. This was no ordinary Santa. This was Santa: The Yuletide Defender. Rudolph: The Red-Nosed Berserker “They called me a freak,” Rudolph growled, his glowing red nose pulsing like a warning beacon. “Now they’ll call me their worst nightmare.” Rudolph had undergone a similar transformation. His once-dopey, lovable demeanor had been replaced by a primal rage. His antlers were plated in gold and sharpened to lethal points. His eyes glowed with an unholy light, and his braying laugh sent shivers down the spine of the bravest elf. To top it off, he now wore a crimson cape, embroidered with "Naughty List Slayer" in bold black letters. He was a reindeer on a mission. The Threat to Christmas Turns out, the Naughty List had unionized. After centuries of receiving coal and disappointment, the baddies of the world had banded together under one sinister leader: Krampus. The horned monstrosity had declared war on Christmas, assembling an army of malevolent snowmen, rogue nutcrackers, and a particularly vicious band of gingerbread men with candy cane shivs. Krampus’ opening act? Hijacking Santa's sleigh and turning it into a battle chariot equipped with flamethrowers and missile launchers made of peppermint sticks. His goal? To turn the North Pole into the "No Hope Pole." Santa’s War Council Santa called an emergency council in his war room—formerly the gift-wrapping department. “They want to steal Christmas spirit? Then they’ll taste Christmas vengeance!” Santa bellowed, slamming a meaty fist down onto the table. The elves, once a cheerful bunch with jingling hats, now wore tactical gear and night-vision goggles. They nodded grimly. It was time to deck the halls—with destruction. Mrs. Claus appeared, carrying an ammo crate filled with explosive fruitcakes. “These are loaded with enough punch to light up a continent,” she said, chewing gum and brandishing a bazooka. “I’ve also rigged the cookie plates to explode if anyone tries to tamper with them. Let’s ruin someone’s Christmas, sweetie.” The Battle of Frostbite Gulch The battlefield was set at Frostbite Gulch, a frozen wasteland where Krampus’ army had set up base. Santa and Rudolph led the charge, their ragtag crew of elves armed with peppermint grenades, sugarplum landmines, and tinsel tripwires. “On Dancer, on Prancer, on Blitzkrieg and Mayhem!” Santa yelled as his war reindeer galloped into action. The first wave of gingerbread men rushed forward, their menacing gumdrop buttons glinting in the moonlight. Rudolph wasted no time. “Let’s crumble some cookies!” he snarled, launching himself antlers-first into the fray. Gingerbread limbs flew everywhere as he tore through the enemy lines like a rabid snowplow. Meanwhile, Santa faced off against Krampus in a duel for the ages. “You’ve been naughty for centuries,” Santa growled, parrying a clawed attack with his enchanted sword. “Time to pay the interest!” With a mighty swing, he knocked Krampus into a pile of cursed tinsel, binding the beast in a shiny, glittery prison. Victory… With a Side of Eggnog As dawn broke over the icy battlefield, the Naughty List insurgents were defeated, and Christmas was saved once more. Santa and his crew returned to the North Pole, battered but victorious. “Looks like it’s a Merry Christmas after all,” Santa said, raising a tankard of spiked eggnog. Rudolph, his nose still glowing like a demented disco ball, gave a toothy grin. “And don’t forget to leave me a steak this year. I’ve earned it.” As for Krampus, he was sentenced to wrapping gifts for eternity, a punishment worse than coal. The gingerbread survivors were turned into seasonal lattes, and peace returned to the North Pole… at least until next year. And so, Christmas was saved—not by kindness, but by raw, unfiltered badassery. Get Your Own Yuletide Defender Memorabilia Bring the legendary Yuletide Defender to life with our exclusive collection of products. Whether you're looking to deck your halls or send a holiday message with style, we've got you covered: Tapestry - Add a touch of festive badassery to your walls. Canvas Print - Showcase this epic scene as a statement piece in your home. Greeting Card - Share the spirit of battle-ready Christmas cheer with friends and family. Sticker - Slap some Yuletide magic on your gear! Don’t miss out on capturing the legend of Santa and Rudolph like never before. Explore the full collection now!
by Bill Tiepelman
Harley Quinn’s Holiday Havoc
It was a quiet, snowy Christmas Eve in Gotham City. The streets were dusted with a soft layer of frost, holiday lights twinkled on every corner, and families nestled cozily in their homes. For a city that rarely slept, it felt like a rare moment of peace. Well, until Harley Quinn showed up. "Ho, ho, ho! Merry Freakin' Christmas, Gotham!" Harley bellowed, her voice slicing through the silence like a chainsaw through tinsel. Dressed in a skin-tight Santa suit, complete with a jester hat and thigh-high boots, she strutted down Main Street wielding her favorite barbed baseball bat. Over her shoulder dangled a sack—not full of toys, but filled with dynamite, glitter bombs, and candy canes sharpened to a fine point. Her pink-and-blue pigtails bounced as she danced along to an off-key rendition of "Jingle Bells." On her shoulder sat a handmade "Bat-Buddy" ornament—a grotesque, bat-winged toy made to mock Gotham’s favorite Caped Crusader. Harley gave it a pat. "Ain’t you just the cutest lil’ critter? Almost makes me forget about that stick-in-the-mud Batsy!" She giggled, twirling her bat in one hand. "Almost." The Plan: Naughty, Not Nice Harley had a plan, and like all her plans, it was brilliantly chaotic. She’d hijack Gotham’s biggest Christmas tree lighting ceremony, sprinkle in a little chaos, and make sure every Gothamite remembered that Christmas wasn’t about peace and love—it was about fun! And what’s more fun than fireworks, mayhem, and a bit of grand theft? “First stop,” she muttered, eyeing the First National Bank of Gotham from across the square. “Gotta fund my holiday shopping spree!” She kicked open the bank’s door, startling the lone security guard, who was dozing off in his Santa hat. "Oh, don’t mind lil' ol’ me," Harley said sweetly, swinging her bat onto her shoulder. "I’m just here to make a withdrawal. Big bills only, please!" The guard fumbled for his radio, but before he could call for backup, Harley threw a glitter bomb at his feet. With a poof of sparkly chaos, the poor man was left coughing and coated in shimmering gold. "Oopsie-doodle!" Harley giggled, stuffing wads of cash into her sack. "Guess you’ve been glitterfied! Now, don’t be mad, sweetie—it’s the holidays!" The Tree Lighting Ceremony… of Doom Harley’s grand finale was timed perfectly with Gotham’s beloved tree lighting ceremony. Families and reporters had gathered around the towering evergreen in Gotham Square, eagerly awaiting the flip of the switch. Mayor Hill stood at the podium, delivering a heartwarming speech about the spirit of Christmas. That’s when Harley arrived. "BOR-ING!" she yelled, leaping onto the stage with her sack slung over her shoulder. The crowd gasped as she knocked the mayor off the podium and grabbed the mic. "Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but nobody wants to hear your snoozefest speech. Let’s make this tree lighting a lil' more… explosive, shall we?" She reached into her sack and pulled out several sticks of dynamite, wrapping them around the base of the tree like garland. "Now, don’t panic, folks. I’m just redecorating! Gonna make this tree go BOOM with holiday cheer!" Suddenly, a familiar gravelly voice interrupted her fun. "Harley." Batman stepped out from the shadows, his cape billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind. "Step away from the tree." Harley rolled her eyes. "Oh, look who decided to show up! The Ghost of Christmas Buzzkill. C’mon, Bats, it’s Christmas! Let a gal have some fun, huh?" Batman didn’t budge, and neither did his scowl. "Fun doesn’t involve explosives, Harley." Harley pouted, then smirked. "Fine, no explosives." She pressed a button on her remote. The tree erupted—not into flames, but into a cascade of glitter, confetti, and candy canes. The crowd gasped as the sky lit up in a sparkling spectacle. "See? It’s festive!" she shouted, twirling in the falling glitter. "You really need to loosen up, Batsy." A Festive Getaway While the crowd was distracted by the glitter storm, Harley made her escape, leaping onto a brightly decorated motorcycle she’d "borrowed" earlier that evening. She sped through the snow-dusted streets, cackling as sirens wailed in the distance. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!" she yelled into the night. As she disappeared into the Gotham skyline, Harley felt a twinge of satisfaction. Sure, the big guy in red might have her on the naughty list, but she’d given Gotham a Christmas they’d never forget. And wasn’t that what the holidays were all about? “Ho, ho, ho,” she murmured to herself, revving her engine. “Harley Quinn’s coming to town.” Bring the Havoc Home If Harley Quinn’s mischievous holiday escapade put you in the festive (and chaotic) spirit, why not bring a little piece of the mayhem into your home? 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