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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 His once-dopey, lovable demeanor had been replaced by a primal rage.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

A Hummingbird's Holiday

It was a frosty December morning, and the world had donned its sparkly winter attire. The sun hung low in the sky, its feeble light glinting off snow-dusted branches and icy red berries. On one such branch sat a rather extraordinary hummingbird named Percival Featherbottom III, or Percy for short. Percy wasn’t your average hummingbird. For one, he was wearing a Santa hat. But more importantly, Percy was on a mission—a mission to save Christmas. “Right, let’s see,” Percy muttered, adjusting the tiny Santa hat perched atop his shimmering head. “The list says I need precisely five of the reddest berries from the Frosted Bramble to complete the potion.” He peered down at the berries surrounding him, each one glistening like a jewel in the winter sunlight. “Hmm. Too pink. Too round. Too… suspiciously sticky.” He hopped from branch to branch with the grace of a gymnast and the paranoia of a caffeinated squirrel. The potion, as Percy explained to a bewildered robin the day before, was for a rather peculiar problem. The Great Snow Goose, an ancient guardian of winter magic, had caught a terrible cold. Without the goose’s annual honk of enchantment, the snow wouldn’t sparkle, the trees wouldn’t glisten, and—horror of horrors—Santa’s sleigh wouldn’t fly. “Imagine!” Percy had exclaimed dramatically. “A grounded sleigh. The children’s faces! The absolute scandal!” And so, Percy had taken it upon himself to find the ingredients for the Potion of Glittering Renewal, a magical concoction said to cure even the frostiest of winter ailments. The recipe had been handed down by the wise (and slightly inebriated) owls of the Northern Pine, who assured Percy it would work. Probably. The Bumbling Beasts of Bramblewood As Percy selected his third berry—“Ah, perfectly crimson!”—a rustling noise behind him made him freeze. He turned slowly, heart hammering, to find two squirrels glaring at him from a neighboring branch. “And what,” said the larger of the two, a grizzled squirrel with a chunk missing from his left ear, “do you think you’re doing with our berries?” “Your berries?” Percy said, feigning shock. “These aren’t your berries! These are communal berries! Forest property! Public fruit!” The smaller squirrel, a jittery creature with a twitchy tail, narrowed his eyes. “We saw them first. Fork ‘em over, bird.” Percy puffed out his chest. “Listen here, rodent, I am on a quest of the utmost importance. Christmas itself hangs in the balance! Surely you wouldn’t—” Before he could finish, the squirrels launched themselves at Percy like furry cannonballs. What ensued was a chase that would go down in Bramblewood history as “The Great Berry Heist.” Percy darted through branches and around trunks, the Santa hat wobbling perilously on his head. The squirrels followed with surprising agility, screeching war cries like tiny woodland warriors. “Give us the berries!” they shouted. “For the glory of the stash!” The Goose, the Hat, and the Glitter Bomb Eventually, Percy managed to lose the squirrels by diving into a snowbank and burrowing until he was completely hidden. When the coast was clear, he emerged, shaking off snow like a very indignant ornament. “Ruffians,” he muttered, clutching his berries tightly. “The youth these days have no respect for noble causes.” By the time Percy reached the Great Snow Goose’s lair—a cozy cave adorned with icicles and smelling faintly of cinnamon—the sun was beginning to set. The Goose, a massive bird with feathers as white as freshly fallen snow, lay curled on a nest of pine needles, her beak drooping. “You’re late,” she croaked, her voice like the rasp of old parchment. “Traffic,” Percy said, plopping the berries into a tiny cauldron he’d brought along. “Now, let’s see…” He added a dash of powdered frost, a sprinkle of stardust, and a single drop of moonlight (siphoned painstakingly the night before from a particularly cooperative lunar moth). As he stirred, the potion began to glow, emitting a soft, tinkling sound like the laughter of distant elves. “Drink up,” Percy said, handing the cauldron to the Goose. She eyed it suspiciously. “If this explodes, bird, you’ll be spending Christmas as a popsicle.” “Charming,” Percy said with a winning smile. “Now drink, before the magic wears off.” The Goose took a cautious sip, then another. Suddenly, her feathers fluffed, her eyes brightened, and she let out a magnificent honk that echoed through the forest. Snowflakes began to shimmer, the air sparkled with unseen magic, and somewhere, a choir of chipmunks broke into an impromptu rendition of “Jingle Bells.” A Toast to Tiny Heroes By the time Percy returned to his branch, he was exhausted but triumphant. The Great Snow Goose was healed, the potion was a success, and Christmas was saved. As he settled down to roost, he noticed the two squirrels from earlier watching him from a distance. They hesitated, then approached, holding out a small cluster of berries. “For… your quest,” said the grizzled squirrel awkwardly. Percy blinked, touched. “Thank you, friends,” he said, taking the berries. “Though, between us, I think I’ve had enough excitement for one holiday.” And as the first stars appeared in the winter sky, Percy dozed off, his Santa hat slightly askew, dreaming of a world where even the tiniest of creatures could make a difference. 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by Bill Tiepelman

The Enchanted Christmas Cathedral

It wasn’t your typical Christmas Eve. Snow fell in cascading waves, swirling through the night like a celestial ballet. But this wasn’t a night of silent wonder—it was a night of peril. Deep in the frozen reaches of the Northern Realms, the Enchanted Christmas Cathedral stood illuminated, its spires like jagged teeth reaching into a star-laden sky. The scene was set, and at its heart, Santa Claus was no jolly old man with a belly full of laughter. Tonight, he was a legend. A Call to Arms The North Pole had been under siege for weeks. Krampus, the shadowy demon of anti-Christmas, had raised an army of ice trolls and frost wraiths, intent on shattering the spirit of the holiday once and for all. The attack was precise, brutal, and calculated. Toy workshops were frozen solid. The reindeer were captured and confined to icy prisons. Even Mrs. Claus had to fend off frost-spawn with her rolling pin (and she took down more than a few). Santa knew he couldn’t rely on cheer and goodwill to save the day. No, this required a warrior—a general. Digging deep into his past, a past shrouded in myth, Santa unsealed the Vault of Eternity beneath the cathedral. Inside, the Frostblade of Everlight glowed with a cold, radiant power, and beside it lay his armor—a masterpiece of intricate elven craftsmanship, adorned with holly leaf motifs, candy cane etchings, and an intimidating set of pauldrons shaped like roaring snow lions. As Santa donned his battle gear, his booming voice echoed through the sacred hall. “They’ve messed with the wrong holiday spirit.” With a swipe of his Frostblade, he summoned the ancient Frostwyrm, a legendary ice dragon bound to him through an oath made centuries ago. The dragon emerged from the depths of the cathedral’s frozen undercroft, its crystalline scales shimmering like the stars. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. The Siege of Christmas Eve The battle raged across the cathedral courtyard. Towering Christmas trees became makeshift barricades as Santa's loyal elves fought valiantly, wielding sharpened candy canes and explosive ornaments. Krampus himself emerged from the shadows, his massive horns wreathed in frostfire. “You’ve had this monopoly on joy for centuries, Claus!” he roared. “It’s time for chaos to reign!” Santa grinned, his beard glistening with ice. “Chaos? You’re barking up the wrong pine tree, buddy.” With a war cry that shook the heavens, he leapt onto the Frostwyrm’s back and launched into the fray. The dragon unleashed torrents of freezing blue flames, carving through the ranks of frost wraiths like a torch through tissue paper. Santa dove into the heart of the chaos, his Frostblade slicing through troll armor with ease, each strike leaving trails of shimmering frost in the air. A Comedic Interlude Not everything went according to plan, of course. At one point, Santa found himself momentarily distracted by a particularly ambitious elf named Nibsy, who had invented a “Peppermint Rocket Sled” to outflank the trolls. The sled exploded mid-flight, showering the battlefield in flaming gumdrops. “Nibsy!” Santa bellowed, ducking as a stray gumdrop whizzed past his head. “This is why I vetoed your gingerbread tank idea!” “It’s a work in progress!” Nibsy yelled back, his face covered in soot, before grabbing a sharpened candy cane and charging into the melee. The Final Showdown As the battle reached its crescendo, Santa faced off against Krampus in the shadow of the cathedral’s massive stained-glass window. The demon moved with surprising agility, wielding his twin scythes with deadly precision. The clash of their weapons sent shockwaves rippling through the courtyard, shattering ornaments and toppling Christmas trees. “Give up, Claus!” Krampus snarled. “You’re just a relic of a dying tradition!” Santa smirked, his eyes blazing with determination. “Dying tradition? I AM Christmas!” With a mighty swing of the Frostblade, he channeled the full power of the holiday spirit, unleashing a blinding wave of light and frost. The sheer force sent Krampus flying into a snowdrift, where he lay groaning, defeated. “And that,” Santa said, planting the Frostblade into the ground, “is why you don’t mess with my holiday.” Peace Restored With Krampus vanquished, the frost wraiths dissipated into the night, and the ice trolls retreated to their mountain lairs. The elves cheered, raising their weapons high, and the Frostwyrm let out a triumphant roar that echoed across the tundra. Santa looked around at the battlefield, now littered with broken ornaments, candy cane shards, and half-melted snowmen. He sighed, rolling his shoulders. “Guess I’ve got a lot to explain to the insurance elves.” Mrs. Claus appeared, her rolling pin still in hand, and gave him a knowing smile. “I’ll make cocoa,” she said. “You clean up this mess.” As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, the Enchanted Christmas Cathedral stood tall and proud, a beacon of hope and resilience. Santa mounted the Frostwyrm one last time, ready to deliver gifts to a world that would never know how close it came to losing Christmas. Because Santa wasn’t just a legend. He was a warrior. And Christmas was his battlefield. Take Home the Magic of the Enchanted Christmas Cathedral Now, you can bring the awe and wonder of "The Enchanted Christmas Cathedral" into your own home. 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by Bill Tiepelman

Frosted Wings and Winter Whimsy

Christmas Chaos: The Winter Wonder Saga Ah, Christmas. The time of year when everything sparkles, smells like cinnamon, and the idea of "peace on Earth" is as elusive as the matching pair of socks you swore you bought last week. For Mallory Frost, however, Christmas wasn’t just a season. It was a battlefield. And she was a warrior armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and a budget that laughed at her every decision. The Tree of Terror The saga began, as it always did, with The Tree. Mallory’s husband, Greg, insisted on a "real tree" every year because, apparently, the faint scent of pine needles made him feel like a rugged mountain man despite the fact that he once sprained his wrist opening a jar of pickles. This year’s tree was no different. It was a 10-foot monstrosity that looked majestic in the lot but resembled a green mutant once jammed into their tiny living room. After three hours of wrestling it into place—and one broken lamp later—they finally stood back to admire their handiwork. "It’s leaning," Mallory deadpanned, sipping her third glass of wine. "It’s whimsical," Greg replied, his hands on his hips, as if he'd just sculpted the damn Sistine Chapel. Whimsical, sure. If "whimsical" meant it looked like the tree had a secret life as a professional dancer who just couldn’t quite stick the landing. The Great Gift Debacle Next came the gifts. Mallory prided herself on being organized, but somehow her plans always spiraled into chaos by mid-December. It started with her niece, Lily, whose Christmas list included something called a “Rainbow Glitter Unicorn Robo-Dog.” Not only was this thing sold out everywhere, but it also sounded like the kind of toy that would definitely require batteries and give her nightmares. Her solution? A glitter-covered stuffed unicorn she found at the discount store. When Lily opened it on Christmas morning, Mallory was fully prepared to play the "Santa must’ve misread your list" card. She wasn’t proud, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And then there was Greg, who was just as impossible to shop for. His hobbies included watching YouTube videos of other people fixing cars and misplacing his tools. So she got him a gift card to the hardware store. He would roll his eyes, but at least he wouldn’t sprain anything trying to use it. The Cookie Crisis Baking cookies was supposed to be fun. That’s what the Hallmark movies promised, right? But in reality, it was an exercise in patience and profanity. Mallory’s attempt at gingerbread men ended with half of them looking like crime scene outlines and the other half looking like they’d been through a particularly rough breakup. “Why does this one only have one arm?” Greg asked, holding up a deformed cookie. “Because life is hard, Greg,” she snapped, shoving another tray into the oven. “And sometimes gingerbread men lose limbs, okay?” Even the sugar cookies weren’t safe. The frosting tubes she bought refused to cooperate, leaving her with Christmas trees that looked like they’d been decorated by a blindfolded toddler and snowflakes that bore a striking resemblance to squashed spiders. The Neighborhood Drama Then there were the neighbors. The Hendersons down the street had outdone themselves with their Christmas lights again, turning their house into a blinding beacon of holiday cheer. Mallory’s contribution was a single string of mismatched lights around the porch and a wreath that had seen better days. "Why don’t we put up more lights?" Greg asked, staring wistfully at the Hendersons’ synchronized light show, which was choreographed to Mariah Carey’s "All I Want for Christmas Is You." "Because I like our electricity bill under three digits," she replied. "And because I refuse to enter into a suburban arms race with someone who owns a light-up reindeer family." But the real drama came on Christmas Eve when Mallory discovered that her cat, Mr. Whiskers, had climbed the "whimsical" tree and was now perched precariously near the top, batting at an ornament like it owed him money. “Greg!” she yelled. “The cat’s in the tree again!” Greg rushed in, tripped over a pile of wrapping paper, and somehow managed to bring the tree crashing down in a shower of tinsel and shattered ornaments. Mr. Whiskers, of course, landed gracefully on the couch, looking smug. "Whimsical," Mallory muttered, pouring herself another glass of wine. Christmas Morning Chaos By the time Christmas morning rolled around, Mallory was running on four hours of sleep and half a pot of coffee. The kids tore through their presents like caffeinated squirrels, and Greg managed to use his new hardware store gift card to "fix" the coffee table by making it slightly less wobbly. It was a Christmas miracle. As Mallory sat amidst the chaos, surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper, cookie crumbs, and the faint scent of pine, she couldn’t help but laugh. Sure, the tree was crooked, the cookies were ugly, and Mr. Whiskers was plotting his next move—but it was her chaos. Her wonderfully ridiculous, gloriously imperfect Christmas chaos. And that, she decided, was the real magic of the season. That, and wine. Definitely wine. Add a Touch of Magic to Your Holidays If the whimsical charm of "Frosted Wings and Winter Whimsy" has captured your heart, why not bring it home this season? Whether you're decorating your space, searching for a unique gift, or simply looking to add some holiday cheer, we’ve got you covered. Explore these delightful options: Framed Print: Perfect for adding a touch of festive magic to your walls. A stunning centerpiece for any room. Tapestry: A cozy and whimsical way to transform any space into a holiday wonderland. 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by Bill Tiepelman

Holiday Mischief with the Reindeer Rider

In the heart of the Snowdrop Forest, where icicles glittered like chandeliers and snowflakes fell as soft as whispers, the annual Festival of Antlers was underway. Every winter, the reindeer gathered to show off their most dazzling decorations, from gold garlands to glittering baubles. For the forest folk, it was the highlight of the season. For Burlap Tinseltoes, the gnome with a reputation for mischief, it was an irresistible opportunity. “This year,” Burlap announced, adjusting his oversized red hat dusted with snow, “I’m going to steal the spotlight—literally.” He stood in front of his trusty steed, a reindeer named Jinglehoof, who looked less than thrilled. “With your antlers and my genius, we’ll be the talk of the festival. All we need are a few... adjustments.” Jinglehoof let out a resigned snort as Burlap pulled a satchel from his sled. Inside was an assortment of ornaments, tinsel, and something ominously labeled “glow powder.” “Trust me,” Burlap said with a wink. “This is going to be spectacular.” The Decorating Disaster As the sun set, Burlap began his masterpiece. He wove strings of twinkling lights through Jinglehoof’s antlers, hung shiny red and gold ornaments at every available branch, and tied a glittery bell to the reindeer’s tail. For the grand finale, he sprinkled the glow powder over everything. “It’s enchanted,” Burlap explained as Jinglehoof shook glitter out of his fur. “When the moonlight hits it, you’ll sparkle like the Northern Lights!” The reindeer in the neighboring stalls looked on with a mix of admiration and secondhand embarrassment. “You’ll thank me later,” Burlap said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Jinglehoof now resembled a cross between a Christmas tree and a firework display. “Perfection!” Burlap declared. “Now, let’s make an entrance.” The Festival Begins The Festival of Antlers was held in a snowy clearing lit by glowing lanterns. Reindeer paraded through the crowd, their antlers adorned with ribbons, garlands, and other festive decorations. The forest folk clapped and cheered, marveling at the creativity on display. Then came Burlap and Jinglehoof. Or, more accurately, Burlap came riding in at full speed, waving like a maniac while Jinglehoof galloped reluctantly into the clearing. The reindeer’s antlers lit up like a disco ball, scattering beams of multicolored light across the snow. The crowd gasped, then burst into laughter and applause. “Ladies and gentle-creatures!” Burlap announced, standing on Jinglehoof’s back and nearly toppling off. “Behold the most dazzling display in Festival history! Feast your eyes on Jinglehoof, the Reindeer of Radiance!” The crowd roared with laughter and cheers, but not everyone was impressed. Elder Hollyhorn, the head judge of the Festival, stepped forward, her antlers dripping with icicles. “This is highly unconventional,” she sniffed, glaring at Burlap. “And... is that glitter?” “Not just glitter,” Burlap said with a grin. “Magically enhanced glitter.” He snapped his fingers, and the glow powder activated. Jinglehoof’s antlers sparkled so brightly they could be seen from the next village. The crowd “ooohed” and “aaahed” as Elder Hollyhorn squinted in disapproval. The Mishap As Burlap was basking in his triumph, a wayward squirrel, hypnotized by the glittering antlers, leapt onto Jinglehoof’s head. The reindeer reared in surprise, sending Burlap tumbling into a snowdrift. The squirrel, now clinging to the antlers, panicked and accidentally triggered the bell on Jinglehoof’s tail. The enchanted bell let out a loud, echoing chime that startled every reindeer in the clearing. Chaos erupted. Reindeer dashed in every direction, their ornaments flying off like festive shrapnel. A garland-wearing fox tried to calm the crowd but ended up tangled in a string of lights. Elder Hollyhorn was nearly trampled by a stampede of candy-cane-clad fawns. Burlap poked his head out of the snow just in time to see Jinglehoof racing toward the forest, still glowing like a meteor. “Come back!” Burlap shouted, scrambling to his feet. “We haven’t even taken our victory lap!” The Aftermath It took an hour to round up the runaway reindeer, and by the time Jinglehoof was retrieved, his decorations were askew, and Burlap was banned from entering the Festival “for the foreseeable future.” Elder Hollyhorn handed him a broom and pointed at the glitter-covered clearing. “Start sweeping,” she said sternly. Burlap sighed but couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched the crowd chatter excitedly about the night’s events. Sure, it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but he’d succeeded in making the Festival unforgettable. “Not bad for a gnome with a bag of glitter,” he muttered, sweeping up a pile of glow powder. Jinglehoof nudged him with his nose, looking equally tired and amused. Burlap patted his glowing antlers. “Same time next year?” he asked. The reindeer snorted, which Burlap took as a yes. As he trudged home through the snow, Burlap was already scheming his next big idea. After all, the holidays weren’t about perfection—they were about fun, laughter, and just a little bit of chaos. Bring the Holiday Magic Home Love Burlap and Jinglehoof’s festive mischief? Bring the joy and laughter of their holiday adventure into your home with our exclusive collection of whimsical products: Tapestries: Add a touch of festive charm to your walls with this magical winter scene. 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