The Twelve Days of Catmas: A Holiday Novella

Krampus has been doing Santa’s dirty work for five hundred years. He’s done. Finished. Retired. Santa’s response? Drop a magical chaos cat on his doorstep.

Look, Krampus earned his solitude. Five centuries of naughty lists, behavioral corrections, and cleaning up after every Nice Kid who went sideways should come with the right to peace and quiet. Maybe a hobby. Definitely the right to ignore Holiday HR and their increasingly desperate ＂Goodwill Outreach Initiative.＂

Then Santa shows up with Yule.

Yule is not a normal cat. He’s the Spirit of Festive Misrule, magic on four paws, and he comes with twelve days of escalating holiday disasters that turn Krampus’s carefully ordered life into a glitter-bombed nightmare. Snarky partridges that won’t shut up. French hens with union demands. Swans requiring therapy. Geese that are legitimately explosive.

Each day the chaos compounds-because unlike normal holiday magic, Yule’s manifestations don’t disappear. They pile up. They interact. They make Krampus’s house look like a holiday fever dream.

But here’s the thing that’s actually breaking through Krampus’s defenses: it’s not the chaos. It’s Yule himself. The way that ridiculous cat keeps pushing him toward connection. Toward vulnerability. Toward all the things Krampus locked away when the holiday world decided there wasn’t room for someone like him.

Turns out sometimes the only way back to joy involves a lot of property damage and a cat who refuses to take no for an answer.

If you love grumpy characters learning to feel again, this holiday novella about found family and second chances might be your thing. It’s got a reluctant hero who deserves better, escalating magical mayhem, and proof that even after five hundred years of bitterness, there’s still hope for healing.

Also, there’s a cat. The cat is a menace. You’ll love him.