‘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.
Chràbhaidh a Andred 