It's the most wonderful time of the year, Hogswatchnight, when the
Hogfather himself dons his red suit and climbs in his sleigh pulled
by--of course--eight hogs, to shower gifts across Discworld. But when
the fat man goes missing, someone has to sit in. It's up to Death to
take up the reigns--otherwise the sun won't shine tomorrow . . . or ever
again.
Who would want to harm Discworld's most beloved icon? Very few things
are held sacred in this twisted, corrupt, heartless--and oddly
familiar--universe, but the Hogfather is one of them. Yet here it is,
Hogswatchnight, that most joyous and acquisitive of times, and the
jolly, old, red-suited gift-giver has vanished without a trace. And
there's something shady going on involving an uncommonly psychotic
member of the Assassins' Guild and certain representatives of
Ankh-Morpork's rather extensive criminal element. Suddenly Discworld's
entire myth system is unraveling at an alarming rate. Drastic measures
must be taken, which is why Death himself is taking up the reins of the
fat man's vacated sleigh . . . which, in turn, has Death's level-headed
granddaughter, Susan, racing to unravel the nasty, humbuggian mess
before the holiday season goes straight to hell and takes everyone along
with it.