Christmas was over. What a tragic thought. Santa sat silently by the fire in melancholy. An empty bag that was once filled with toys for every child on earth now lay deflated on the brick floor. Rudolph and the other reindeer were sleeping in their stalls, exhausted from another stressful Christmas night. Frosty the Snowman stretched his frozen arms in the tundra night as if absorbing the surrounding cold, yet even he morned the end of the holiday.

But these heroes were not the only ones to morn the end of this day. Within his dark lair, Krampus looked disappointedly at his sack of dismembered limbs. He could have gotten so many more. Even with his great power, he was not fast enough to collect all the naughty children he had wanted. Siting beside him, his trusty bumble munched happily and obliviously on the bottom half of a child's corpse. Professor Hinkle, the magician, was still upset that he hadn't gotten his hat from Frosty back yet, despite how hard he had worked this year. Even with all the magic abilities he had gained since that confrontation, he could not be complete without it.

"I don't care that Christmas is over," Professor Hinkle said, "I want my hat back. I'll just go get it."

"You can't," Krampus replied in a demonic, ancient voice, "your powers are restricted to one day, and that day has passed."

Professor Hinkle grunted in frustration, but one ancient spell he had learned long ago happened to cross his mind. Griped by desperation, he began performing the forbidden ritual. Before Krampus realized what he was doing, a bright, chilling light exploded within the cave. As the light subsided, Jack Frost stepped forward.

"You summoned me?" He asked arrogantly.

Before Krampus could punish his insolence, Professor Hinkle responded, "I want another chance. Bring Christmas back!"

At the snapping of his fingers, Jack Frost responded, "Oh, that's cold, but I'm up for it."

Mystical power began flowing through the dark trio once again. Krampus smiled with blood-soaked teeth.

Meanwhile at the north pole, Santa was feeling strange. He felt the power of christmas flowing through him again. But christmas was over, right? He glanced at the nutcracker, now shuttering to life, despite that fact that he could only do so on Christmas day.

"Something odd is happening," Santa said, "And I've got to find out what. Elves! To me!"

Two elven guards entered the room, ready for commands.

"Prepare my sled," he ordered, "someone just did something very naughty.