1 {scene: A shadowy and horrible visage looms insanely}
1 [caption]: Silent night, eldritch night / All is mad, all is blight / Round yon gibbering mother and child / Noxious infant so grim and reviled / Sleep in sunken R'lyeh / Sleep in sunken R'lyeh.
2 {It's Cthulhu!}
2 [caption]: Silent night, eldritch night / All lose SAN at the sight / Fungi stream from Yuggoth afar / Pustulent hosts sing, "Iä! Iä"! / Dead, but dream eternal / Dead, but dream eternal.
3 {Aaaiiiieeee....}
3 [caption]: Silent night, eldritch night / Spawn of Yig, hate's foul spite / Radiant colour from out of space / Heralds coming of the Elder Race / Cthulhu fhtagn / Cthulhu fhtagn.

Yes, it's that time of year again. In what's become an Irregular Webcomic! tradition to rival figgy pudding, I offer my annual Christmas carol with a twist.

If you celebrate it, have a safe and happy Christmas. If you don't, I hope you get a laugh out of sending up the occasion. :-)

By the way, if you think the scansion is a bit off, your thinking is just too Euclidean.

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2015-03-23 Rerun commentary: Wikipedia presently has a small page for figgy pudding, but it seems disappointingly brief and unlinked from Christmas pudding, so probably ripe for deletion or merging.

I'm not sure where people in a 16th century northern winter would get figs from to make such a pudding, unless they're dried figs.