Every year it creeps in.
The frost.
The false cheer.
The cursed carols echoing through the tavern square.
You swore last year was the last time you'd run that snowy one-shot.
But now the fire's crackling. Your party's gathering.
And something wicked jingles in the dark.

The Yule goblins are restless.
The traps are gift-wrapped.
And the boss comes with crazed, feral reindeer with two rows of teeth.

Your inventory is full of regrets - and one suspiciously glowing snow globe.
The only way out is through.
Prepare for snowdrifts, sleigh crashes, dice frozen to the table, holiday puns, and eldritch fruitcake.