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Once Again…

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‘Tis the season to keep track of the Gavle Goat. It was erected about a week ago and is currently still standing, but I’ll be keeping an eye on it and on other forms of Yuletide Vandalism.

Tangentially related, I’ve observed that some of my cohorts are, like me, kind of over all of the, well, stuff attached to Christmas as a celebration. Like, we still like it, and I especially still like the vibes, the inherent risk of winter even as the climate changes all around us, but Christmas trees are so hard to maintain and the lights are a literal workout to put up and then there’s buying gifts for everyone you know and all of that combined is simply exhausting. At least, that’s what I’ve found for myself.

Maybe this is the new vector of the War on Christmas (c). Just… being less consumerist about it. (In fact, Our Changing Climate did make that argument.) Maybe what we, as humans, need is to recognize the true spirit of the season. I’m not saying that to make an argument for Christianity (the gods know). What I mean is: the haunted nature, the long nights, the Wild Hunt, the return of the dead, just for a little bit.

Enjoy the dark, and tell ghost stories to each other. Or find some online. Here’s some:

That should get you started.

So.

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A few things.

  1. The Gavle Goat survived last year, I think I forgot to note that closer to when it was confirmed. (Editor’s note: see “A little late…“)
  2. There continue to be all kinds of tomten for all kinds of occasions, and I continue to not know why. I’ve now seen them for Halloween, generic fall-festival-ness, Fourth of July, and others that are currently slipping my mind.
  3. Since the Fall Equinox (9/23), I’ve been absolutely inundated with vibes. It’s not uncommon for me to pick up on changes like this, but this year has been especially bad so far, and the days are only getting shorter as of this writing. Everything feels different. Storms, days, nights, all of it. I keep getting the impression that but for certain conditions, I can’t stay outside for too long. (I shouldn’t, especially as winter approaches, because hypothermia is a very real danger, but this is something different.) I keep flashing back to the Samhain I saw a probably normal black dog, but it felt like a Thing. And Jason and the Scorchers were right: “The chill in the air wakes the ghosts of the ground.”
    The ghosts of the ground are waking.
    We’ll see how this goes.