The introduction to Puppetland:
The lights of Puppettown are the brightest beacon in all of Pupptland, and they shine all the time. Once the sun and the moon moved their normal courses through the heavens, but no more. The rise of Punch the Maker-Killer has brought all nature to a stop, leaving it perpetually winter, perpetually night. Puppets all across Puppetland mourn the loss of the Maker, and curse the name of Punch - but not too loudly, lest the nutcrackers hear and come to call with a sharp rap-rap-rapping at the door.