Dreidel Of Dread: The Very Cthulhu Chanukah
by Alex Shvartsman
Twas the night before Chanukah, and all through the planet, not a creature was stirring except for the Elder God Cthulhu who was waking up from his eons-long slumber. And as the terrible creature awakened in the city of R’lyeh, deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, and wiped drool from his face-tentacles, all the usual signs heralded the upcoming apocalypse in the outside world: mass hysteria, cats and dogs living together, and cable repairmen arriving to their appointments within the designated three-hour window.
“This will not do,” said Chanukah Henry. “I will not have the world ending on my watch, not during the Festival of Lights.”