What if Father Christmas killed your sister?
Dom Conlon's Inkology
Each Christmas day in Outer Space
the Cosmic Turkeys hold a race.
This wasn’t a good time to be a snowman in the Cold. Not with the Blizzard Brothers on the move again.
“WHADDYA NEED? WHADDYA SAY?
WHADDYA WANT FROM ME TODAY?”
Go to sleep, my baby
and maybe you’ll sleep sound…
When fires light on bonfire night
each spark becomes an amber kite…
A bobbin of yarn is the fuse to one man’s life.
There was something peculiar about the man who knocked on our door that morning.