Welcome, one and all, to the December issue of Defenestration!

It’s late. I know it’s late, you know it’s late, Eileen knows it’s late, Genevieve knows it’s late, Bigfoot knows it’s late, the Elm Tree knows it’s late, that old guy sitting outside your bedroom throwing birdseed at your window and humming Abba songs knows it’s late, absolutely everyone knows it’s late.

But you’ll forgive us because you love us.

This month we’re featuring the work of five writers, two poets, and an artist. We also have a new Defenestrati strip for you to enjoy, and all the other nonsense that you’ve come to expect from this magazine. So when you’re done either opening your presents or sulking because you didn’t have any presents to open (which is probably right now, considering you’re reading this), go check out the magazine.

Until next year, folks!

Andrew Kaye, editor-in-chief