As it so happened, life got away from me a little bit, so I missed that time somebody deep faked burning the Gavle Goat. So the goat’s fine, still standing, nothing really happened.

I did, however, catch up on Christmas movies, and I have a few new favorites: Violent Night, featuring Santa as John McClane (but not a version of the character who’d say shit like “Now I’ve got a machine gun, ho ho ho”, at least as far as I could tell); Ernest Saves Christmas, featuring a Santa definitely channeling his best Edmund Gwenn of Miracle on 34th Street; Red One, where Santa gets kidnapped and a devil’s dozen other Yule figures are involved. (This one is interesting to me, as I know at least one half-way prominent Pagan author who does a lot of Horned God work and discussed Krampus in this capacity, and let me just say that Red One‘s Krampus definitely has a type. Like, it is painfully obvious.)

I’m working on a crochet tree skirt, chiefly to have something to do with my hands and all the yarn I’ve got taking up space in my home. It’s coming along quite well and mosaic crochet is definitely a vibe. Maybe limited in what you can do with it but I like it.

Despite a false start, I got through my Yule ritual OK, which is good bc I had to do it right after getting home from Christmas dinner with my parents. I “had a good time” but good times with them are like lures on angler fish. So there’s that. (Also it doesn’t help that my dad was unspeakably rude about the whole thing and used it as leverage to get me to an appointment I needed to get to in another state, because he’s the man of the house and needs to assert his authority or something like that.)

Right now I’m just tired, and I can’t even say next year is going to be excellent because considering what we just did in November, I highly doubt that.