It was the night before Hogswatch, and something was missing throughout the entire house. In the Discworld, superstition keeps things running smoothly, and weakening it can have negative effects. Death decides to take on the position after seeing that support for the Hogfather is alarmingly low. But it's just wrong to come home to a seven-foot skeleton straining to utter the words "ho, ho, ho." The clock is ticking down to the last night of the year, and if Death's granddaughter Susan, a gothic governess, can't get everything in order before morning, there won't be a morning. Never once more.