On the seventh day of Christmas, me and my buddy David Eckstrom finally got around to holding that shindig we been talking about for so long. Only, we wasn't the only bodies looking for a good time on New Year's Eve. They was monsters afoot on the lake, and the remedy for 'em was something I didn't expect a'tall. Note: Previously published as "On the 7th Day of Christmas" in Dreaming of a Dark Christmas.