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The darkest days have come around again for the Northernly bits of the globe, and the festive revels are kicking in. While it has been something of an annual tradition for five Decembers in a row I'm unfortunately a bit tapped out when it comes to Christmas monsters. There are a few more strange creatures to track down out there, but I don't have a whole episode's worth just yet, so for the 2024 Winter holidays we're investigating local traditions from about the place.
If you want a creepy Christmas filled with strange monsters? We managed five consecutive years of special episodes, and we've put together all those into a single playlist on YouTube. It's called A LukeLore Christmas if you want to go search it up and binge an impressive line up of more than 20 strange entities abroad this time of the year.
(I say “more than 20” as it's either 21 or 33 depending on whether you consider The Yule Lads in Iceland a single entry or 13 individuals)
While it may not be a monster episode this year, it remains strange as we dig down into the fringes of the celebrations from this time of year. What we call Christmas now is a patchwork of older traditions that hardly came with a fixed guide. From country to country, town to town, and even from family to family there's a lot of different things to see.
Plus, the final section has some surprising characters for those of you hungry for the more fearsome side of the season. I couldn't go completely without some new holiday monsters to showcase!
SECTION BREAK – A Modern Era Christmas Primer
As well as what became a tradition of hunting Christmas Monsters, there has also been some LukeLore content dedicated to Christmas itself. General Christmas details are included in the monster episodes and 2022's 'Violent Night, Holy Night' goes into some extra details with the European roots of the holiday as well as a fun rundown of some Santa folklore. But a general overview of the modern version of the holiday can only help, especially as I've been accumulating new details to share.
Like many things, Britain can be blamed for the state of the world. It was the Royal Family looking to boost morale in the 19th Century who took the lead on codifying a modern idea of Christmas. Go all the way back to 1800 and nothing much like the festivities we know was going on. At least, not all in the same place at the same time. Gift giving was something that would usually happen New Year's Day, Christmas itself was a church observance that wasn't even recognised as a formal holiday. There was a fair chance businesses would have been open as usual, the more devout Christians just being sleepy after doing something religious Christmas Eve. Any Germanic or Nordic remnants of pagan feasting were more aligned with Yule timings, spanning from the 21st of December through to New Year's Day and being much more bothered about the Winter Solstice rather than the Christian Nativity. Tudor celebrations were pretty different and could be ongoing through to the 1st of February, so the Victorian realignment is also in some ways cutting Christmas down to a more manageable size with a narrowed focus to condense the ambient jolliness. All the pieces where there, as well as the original motivations to celebrate family and community in defiance of the darkest nights, but they weren't yet put together nor built upon to what has now become familiar to us.
Queen Victoria was an important figure in why the Victorians took to the resurgence for a dedicated Christmas celebration, they being named after her hinting she was somewhat of A Big Deal, but the Royal consort Prince Albert was the kindling for the holiday fires to come. Albert was German, and he brought with him the perennial Germanic tradition of the Christmas tree. A remnant of pagan wood spirit worship, that went into stealth mode as it was plundered by the Christian churches while they were doing all the converting Westwards. A living tree would be brought indoors and decorated in defiance of the Bible explicitly yelling at people NOT to do that. Originally to offer shelter to nature spirits from the harsher climate ahead of being put back outside once the weather warmed up, it was preserved as a Christian reinterpretation that downplayed the heathen bits. A huge part of the celebration was in the decoration. Tinsel, which came from European Christmas Spider traditions I unpack in full in my The Krampusnacht Special episode from 2020. Baubles were a Victorian addition, weirdly being glass Witch Orbs designed to ward off the Evil Eye, always remember that being boring prudes was just the cover story for Victorians – they were actually pretty wild when you really look into what they got up to. Candles were added to the light up the branches, which seems like a terrible idea that electricity thankfully replaced with much less fire hazardous fairy lights. Our modern fairy lights actually take us back to the nature spirit origins, as can your choice in tree topper. If you go with a star to top your tree? That's directly from the Christian nativity. But one alternative may be a Christmas fairy, I grew up with one my dad made that's still in storage somewhere, and you're being a glorious heathen with that option.
Christmas trees were a pagan Trojan Horse, and Prince Albert brought them into the Royal Palaces at a time Britain and its nobility were peaking in colonial power. The industrial revolution was doing a lot for the country, but not necessarily making people all that happy. Some of them rich, and a lot of others lifted out of traditional rural poverty into a strange new urban poverty, but not so much happy. Even as the Winters became better lit, they were still the dark times. As such, the Royal family began a push to bring together the more widely recognised yet still disparate traditions. This was a time before TV, let alone the Internet, so the Royals held a lot of genuine cultural sway with which to do this, leading the nation by example as the most visible celebrities for the time.
All of which was helped by the ongoing industrial revolution. Cheap decorations and toys were much more viable thanks to technological advancements in mass produced tat to distract kids with, agricultural developments along with more robust international trade meant there was more choice in food beyond “anything edible so you don't die” - even for poorer folk, and trains allowed people who moved to cities for work to travel back to childhood homes to spend time with family. Christmas got recognised as an official national holiday that pushed back any feast which would have begun on the 21st to the day of the 25th, and any gift giving from the New Year was brought forwards to that date – the assorted traditions bundled together to make a strong unified identity for a rejuvenated holiday the Royal Family promoted to cheer everyone up. Pop culture rallied behind the idea, giving us such bangers as 'A Christmas Carol' by Dickens, and other European countries (not to mention certain significant colonies) all followed suit in good time. The original intent of all the older traditions to bring people together instead of falling into despair transformed into the version celebrated around the world today.
Albert sadly appears to have been the wrong sort of German for Krampus to get a head start on being a modern part of Christmas. That, or he was told Absolutely Not by Queen Lizzie. Fortunately, Saint Nicholas's naughty child punishing goat demon buddy was too awesome to keep down, and has been steadily spreading into a neo-modern resurgence. Texas even had a Krampuslauf this year, 2024 as of recording! There were some awkward evangelical protests you can make yourself sad watching video of... But also a lot of fun was had, so an annual Krampus Run will hopefully stick as well as continue to spread to other locations beyond San Antonio.
There is dissertations worth of critique to make of Empire, commercialisation, and pop culture homogenisation but there is definitely also a lot of value to be had in these traditions. Both as they're preserved, and as they continue to be rediscovered. I would happily urge people to take the good away here, and to also continue spreading the good word of Krampus.
SECTION BREAK – The Festive Juggernaut of Industry
I mentioned in the previous section that the industrial revolution played a huge part in driving the modern iteration of the Winter holidays, and this is plenty significant enough a point to go over in more detail.
The commodification of Christmas was a great driving force for its unstoppable pop culture advance. Complaining about how commercial Christmas is compared to its true message, which is apparently about a miracle baby with the most midichlorians bringing balance to The Force or something, is as much an annual tradition as the feasting by now. But there's an interesting and important trick to consider about how the trappings of the season came to stick... The power of advertising a strong brand! Bigger things even than the Coca-Cola propaganda coup that got everyone thinking Santa wears brand aligned red and white instead of green.
The printing press was a massive factor in all kinds of cultural consolidation and formed consensus. It revolutionised the spread of information, something usually reserved for the rich and scholarly or else the fragmentation from word of mouth. To go back to 'A Christmas Carol', the first edition sold out almost immediately, fittingly running out come Christmas Eve 1843, with a second and third edition crammed into its first year going on to an eleventh printing by the end of its second year. It was also his 4th of 8 Christmas stories total that Dickens would write. It originally sold for 5 Shillings, roughly just over £30 adjusted to 2024 currency. A hand copied manuscript in the Renaissance would have set you back 2 or 3 Florins at the time, which veeeery vaguely comes in at around £275. Quicker, much more readily available, likely a higher word count even as only a novella (the five Staves of A Christmas Carol coming in at 30,762 words), all almost certainly with less mistakes as well as a more standardised use of language; for a tenth of the cost. A book was a reasonable gift, or treat for oneself, and modern public libraries began to slowly become A Thing from the mid 1800s alongside this huge leap forwards in availability – the first recorded English public library being opened in 1857. The utility of a literate workforce matched a drive for public education, that all fed back into the booming industry. Not just fiction, but news, and newspapers! We're ridiculously spoiled for choice right now, and generally will have a planetary networked supercomputer carried in our pockets, but the spread of information was severely limited until newspapers became a fast and cheap option. Humankind didn't even get radio broadcasts until the 20th century was well underway.
All of which made a unified sense of culture much simpler, not to mention quicker to steer in one direction. But it wasn't just the the power of words, as much as you really do need to respect that. There was more to this societal phenomenon.
With a Christmas, and a growing affluent middle class to celebrate it, comes Christmas presents. Especially toys. The demand for gifts to exchange rose, and the growth of modern industry was ready to meet the challenge. Assembly lines and colourful paper would do a lot of heavy lifting for a now much busier than expected Santa Claus and his elves, but the humble Christmas cracker was a massive component of the spreading holiday spirit. Ubiquitous on store shelves, and often avoided by grumpy gits like myself, these dad joke dispensers began to blight civilisation back in the 1840s. So the story goes a Mr Tom Smith was inspired by the shapes of individually wrapped Parisian bon-bons, and wanted to recreate that sense of wonder. He was also for some reason inspired to spend 20 years working on making the bloody things explode, so come the 1860s the Christmas cracker as we know it today was finalised to alarm unsuspecting relatives and household pets as a part of the fun with a BANG. I deeply suspect a lot of Tom Smith's inspirations were found in the bottom of a bottle of laudanum, which would have been a common over the counter wonder drug during the Victorian times. It being a concoction of powdered opium dissolved in alcohol probably had a lot of strange impacts upon the ongoing developments of industry in those times. The jokes have basically always been mandatory, a dire drawback to the innovations in printing technology, but the surprise gifts have also been a big part of that feeling of Christmas. From humble wooden dolls and whistles for the kids, up to much showier posh crackers that had actual valuable jewellery packaged within – a flashy reminder of how it was the middle and upper classes driving the reinvention of modern era Christmas.
The printing press also asserts itself as a Titan of industry again with the invention of the Christmas card. It started as a personal flex by a Sir Henry Cole, who commissioned the artist J. C. Horsley to make him a festive scene to print as a seasonal greetings card in 1843. Thanks to economy of scale, Sir Cole got 1000 made up, the majority of which he sold to the public to cover the costs of his idea (and no doubt add a tidy bit of profit on top). This smidgeon of capitalism in action allowed the fledgling meme to immediately break containment, and as the century progressed chromolithographic printing processes led to affordable high detail cards for everyone. Now, I actually like Christmas cards! Specifically folklore ones, which shouldn't be a surprise. I do love finding local spooky crafters to replenish my stash of season's greetings. Krampus is a given, but deep cuts are fun to find, with a good Yule Cat or Mari Lwyd never failing to warm my heart. So I can't complain about this one as much as I did crackers.
As counter-intuitive as it may seem, or perhaps more accurately how “icky” it feels, that there was an incentive to sell things met by a rising demand to consume luxury goods led to the redefined holiday getting well and truly cemented in the cultural consciousness of everyone there was a market to sell it to. Even the people opposed to the materialistic trappings have eyes and ears, that this is Christmas time is an inescapably reinforced fact of life. Don't even know what the lesson is here. I guess maybe don't feel too bad about splashing out on celebrating if that's your thing? It's kind of like voting with your wallet to keep this time of year loudly special and all lit up sparkly around the world.
Although that being said, in all things balance, so if we could all agree to stop playing that bloody Mariah Carey song earlier each year, that would be great too.
SECTION BREAK – Down With This Sort of Thing!
There have been regular attempts to cancel Christmas across the years. Always by the religious, I might add, none of the so called “War on Christmas” nonsense that gets invented as rage bait in the news or on social media – that crap is never real. Upon stewing in their own juices unchallenged for long enough certain sects will go right off the deep end, becoming afraid that any joy in the world may detract from people toiling away in misery until they die as these self appointed spiritual leaders consider right and proper.
While it wasn't exactly Christmas as we now know it thanks to the Victorians, there were always plenty of local celebrations across the centuries. This includes Britain in 1647, in the wake of a Civil War. Parliament deposed King Charles I, and Presbyterianism was enforced across the Isles. Protestant Church rule, with the Regulative principle of worship at its core – that being in which all things that are not expressly commanded by the Church becomes forbidden as a default.
This could only go well applied to the daily lives of regular people from the top down.
While it had begun earlier than this military victory and regime change the Protestant Reformation was enacted in earnest across the Kingdoms of England (which included Wales via subjugation at the time), Scotland, and Ireland following on from the coup; with it coming a dismissal of all things Catholic as bollocks. All holy days were abolished, as they interfered with the Protestant work ethic of comfortable clergy yelling at peasants to work harder, and region by region all local traditions associated with December into the first days of January got expressly forbidden. No one was allowed to have time off, which included government inspection to check businesses were open for Christmas. Traditional decorations were banned, which at the time mostly comprised of displaying holly and other evergreen plants outside of doors. Feasting and consumption of alcohol was under scrutiny to ensure no one was going around celebrating. There will be only work! Work is good for the soul. Laziness is how the sin gets in, the sin will just crawl up in there if you don't keep being productive. Then where will you go once you've been worked to death? Do you peasants want to go to HELL?
People as a whole promptly went on to ignore the bans that had been announced by town meetings and church sermons. They heard what the new government commanded, they just didn't give a damn. Norwich is on record as leading the way, since the people of that county left a paper trail by raising a petition to their Mayor calling for an organised traditional Christmas celebration. However the Mayor couldn't openly defy the new government without a nasty case of The Dead; but he did become seasonally blind, deaf, and dumb as people openly did whatever they wanted. Canterbury has a tradition of a Christmas football game that they accidentally forgot to cancel, and holly bushes had mysteriously appeared outside of homes of their own accord. Westminster made a point of celebrating Christmas Day, which led to church staff of Westminster Abbey being arrested for failing to shut it all down. Kent really went for it, the county very loudly (and drunkenly) set out to celebrate all 12 days of Christmas – which led to armed forces being deployed to try and stop them. Not to be outdone, London got involved with an anarchic mass decorating. Wreaths of holly and ivy went up all over the place, and stores across the city refused to open on Christmas Day. This led to the Mayor of London assembling a mob of armed goons to follow him as he personally tore down festive wreaths with his own two hands. This personal touch was appreciated by the people of London, as they got to swear at and heckle him every step of the way, the armed goons being far too outnumbered to be a deterrent. In parts of Suffolk there were reports that mobs young of men were going around shops to force them closed around Christmastime.
All of this did not go unnoticed by the new rulers. They attempted to summon the Mayor of Norwich to explain his failure to ban Christmas in his county, but when soldiers turned up to fetch him in April of the next year the people of Norwich mobbed up to force the city gates closed so he couldn't be taken. This further act of defiance was met with about as much good humour as you may expect, and in the riots which followed an attempt to crack down on the rebels led at least 40 people dying. A Grand Jury ruled that all celebrants in Kent must answer to the law for their 12 day long bender, which probably wasn't the wisest attempt to punish the disorderly given how hard that county was willing to party – Kent erupted into open anti-government rioting after an attempt was made to enforce that ruling.
Everywhere Christmas got celebrated was tacitly an act of rebellion. If anything, people who otherwise didn't care about Christmas likely celebrated it purely to defy the unpopular new government. The Civil War alone left the country in a mess, heavy handed ideologically led new laws had gone on to knock living standards down for common people even further. It all had consequences
All of which opened, then held open, the door to Royalists who could capitalise on the public discontent, leading to a second round of Christmas uprisings. Again, the Presbyterian rulers attempted a crackdown come the Winter of 1678, leading to an equal and opposite outbreak of mutinous celebrations. There was no third Christmas of defiance, because the whole miserable affair led to a second civil war before the country could get to the holiday period of 1679.
Most of Britain did manage to end up Protestant, even uniting into Great Britain under Protestant led Acts of Union, and it's pretty hard to argue reforms in the church and monarchy weren't needed at the time. But the heavy handed nature of the Presbyterian rule that came in did the reformist revolutionaries no favours. Would be rulers of Christian faith would do well to remember that to be Christian was fundamentally an act of rebellion against oppressive rule. Maybe let people have their Winter feast if you want to keep them happy and yourselves in power.
SECTION BREAK – Local Traditions For Local People
It was the local celebrations that became an act of defiance in 17th Century Britain, and plenty of those old individualistic quirks remain even into the post Victorian modern era. Here's a crash course in a variety of oddities from the UK, starting all the way up at Scotland.
The Protestant Reformation had a centuries long ongoing impact upon Christmas in Scotland, as in Scotland went without Christmas for centuries! Kind of a wild fact, but Christmas only became a public holiday for Scotland in 1958. Before the 1550s, when the Reformation got going, there was an annual religious feasting day spiralling back through time and into pre-Christian rites. Yet even before the Presbyterian malarkey the Scottish parliament outlawed “Yule vacations” in 1640, leading into 3 centuries of Christmas being regarded with suspicious disdain until reaching the end of the 1950s. There are Scots alive today who remember December 25th being a normal work day! Yet never let it be said the northernmost kingdoms don't know how to party, as they have long had a pivot into Hogmanay. Also regarded with suspicion by the hardline Protestants, only proving harder to stop, Hogmanay is a long standing celebration of New Year's for the Scottish. It's as storied and varied from region to region as Christmas is across the rest of Britain, it being where all the longer standing Winter celebrations moved to for them as opposed to traditions which stuck about earlier in the year. I'll give it the quick overview, this topic may well need a New Year's special at some point with a focused deeper dive into Hogmanay. The short version is there was lot of drinking, alongside a LOT of fire. Fireworks nowadays of course, but plenty of more unique displays. Fife has a torchlight procession across the Lomond Hills at midnight, Viking longships get burned as part of planned displays, Stonehaven in Aberdeenshire has a whole thing going on with fireballs being swung around until they are ultimately flung into the harbour. There's a household friendly fire ritual of burning a rowan twig should it be needed, a minor ritual to clear away negative feelings of jealousy among friends and family. New Years Day leads into traditional gift giving, and “cake day” treats for children who are not yet old enough for the alcohol side of things, plus the celebrations can extend into the 2nd of January in some parts of Scotland. More remote locations never gave up Yule completely, if you travel to the Shetland and Orkney islands you can even now get a good Yule bread. Typically three strands plaited together forming a circle to represent the sun, Yule bread includes honey and caraway seeds so it can be used as an offering to the Sidhe. The Good Folk get their share to help keep them friendly, as the alternative can lead to a bad year ahead.
Head down into Yorkshire, and things look mostly like you would expect. There are a few twists in the food available, though. You better believe Yorkshire pudding is served with Christmas dinner, and there's a traditional Yorkshire Christmas pie made from as many different birds as could be scrounged up at the time which has fallen out of favour a little in the modern day but hunting about the local butchers should turn one up. Those White Rose animals also have Christmas cake with cheese, both of which belong on the festive dinner table but not together you monsters!
Should you be within earshot of Dewsbury, you'll definitely know when Christmas has begun, as you'll be hearing The Devil's Knell beginning about 10:30pm on Christmas Eve with the aim to end on Midnight. The bell called Black Tom needs ringing once for every year in the Christian calendar, so this 24th of December it will be up to 2,024 sequential chimes over an hour and a half. Upon the Black Tom is the inscription “I shall be here if treated just when they are mouldering in the dust”, and so the story goes the original bell was cast in 1434 to begin the shorter Devil's Knell of 1,434 chimes. A knight heard of a delinquent servant boy refusing to go to church, and in a rage they hunted the child down to throw the cheeky sprog into a mill pond as punishment. Only what was supposed to have been an attitude adjusting fright for the servant's own good went horrifically wrong, and the child drowned. Their blood upon the mortified knight's hands. Handing down a death sentence to just a boy out of misplaced wrath, Sir Tomas de Soothill commissioned the whole bell tower for the Dewsbury Parish church along with Black Tom to mount upon it, and he begged for the tradition of the Devil's Knell to begin every Christmas Eve to help call for the forgiveness of all sinners for all time going forwards. Black Tom has been reforged a few times, but the Devil's Knell has been growing ever longer across the successive years, the knight's act of repentance still going.
Yorkshire is also somewhere we find another hobby horse... Hobby horses are pretty odd, and very British. The most famous is the Mari Lwyd, Wales's fabulous Christmas Lady. Hop on over to the Rap Battles with the Christmas Horse episode if you want the full story there. These hobby horses are strange constructions of a horse skull along with a variety of other materials to make a character with assorted symbolic significance, frequently being some sort of avatar of famine – yet also hope for surviving starvation. A way for people to confront mortality head on with a strange folklore character they can come face to face with. Yorkshire has Poor Old Hoss, the pictures of which seem to depict some sort of nightmare muppet which is all colourful felts at a first glance that soon gives way to the unsettling realisation there's a horse skull in there somewhere. Poor Old Hoss is an initially passive hobby horse, at first seeming to have a very different personality to the mischievous agent of chaos that is the Mari Lwyd. He will be set up standing in one part of the Market Place for a participating town, moving very little as the crowd of onlookers would sing the song of his life to him until he lays down and dies. At that point, mummers accompanying the hobby horse dressed as huntsmen will blow on a hunting horn, causing Poor Old Hoss to be reborn and spring up to begin causing trouble like their Welsh cousin.
A quick note on mummers, who you will often find where there's a hobby horse as a part of the strange creature's entourage (although there are plenty of hobby horseless mummers to be found too). It's a Winter tradition of dressing up in disguise, which is a little like Sahmain or Halloween guising. It's very much a party tradition with a lot of singing and dancing involved, as well as playing out the roles of their chosen disguise. The seasonal difference here is that mummers will usually collect money for charity rather than expect gifts for themselves. Although a hobby horse entourage will usually be out to raid drinks cabinets while they're at it. It IS Yuletime, after all.
Heading over to Lancashire, my old birthplace, and weirdness keeps coming. Nothing that unusual really by Lancashire's standards, as more and more seems to be the case. It will all start with Flesh Day. I can't sugar coat it, Flesh Day sounds terrifying, and with Lancashire's track record it's probably healthy to be a little wary, but this seems innocent enough despite the evocative name. Flesh Day is a final market before Christmas where all the meats needed for the Winter feast are out for sale. This is where a family is expected to panic buy a bird bigger than the children it will feed, as well as grab enough pigs in blankets to satiate every expected visitor through to New Year. Hang on.... It occurs to me different countries have different things called “pigs in blankets”. The British tradition here is sausages wrapped in bacon, artery hardening fare that was very much aimed at being filling with what scraps of pig were available. They're everywhere around Christmastime in the Isles, turning up as a side to every dish going and being the solid core of many a leftovers sandwich.
Lancashire seems to really like it's Lord of Misrule. This can be a wider reaching tradition for England as a whole, and even other parts of Europe with the French especially having their own version, but it's prominent in the North West county. Post pagan conversion, December became a penitent time of fasting up until the 12 Days of Christmas kicked in, when feasting and merriment would be unleashed. This is where the Lord of Misrule would come in. Other names include the Abbot of Unreason or the Master of Merry Disports, location depending. Prince de sots over in France, the Prince of Drunks It's a special mummer who would be selected by the community to take charge of everyone letting loose for the end of the year. Drinking, dancing, music, and telling rowdy jokes at the expense of those in charge! The Lord of Misrule was a festive fool given free reign to give otherwise repressed people a licence to party. They may well even be the Medieval version of Father Christmas.
Lancashire does, too, also have a hobby horse of its own. Although this is an Easter based one, I'll quickly name drop them to match up with the Mari Lwyd and Poor Old Hoss. Lancashire's hobby horse is Old Ball, and this time they're a woodland menace known to the Forest of Rossendale. Old Ball is a little humbler than the more festively decorative Mari Lwyd or colourful felt monstrosity Poor Old Hoss, in that this horse skull is only dressed up in a plain sackcloth. Although the eyes are traditionally are made with the bottoms of glass bottles, and the costume will sometimes have a tail affixed too. A team of six mummers will accompany Old Ball, singing a song that sadly doesn't seem to have been recorded anywhere and may well be lost to time. The song is your warning to hide, Old Ball was out to chase people for their money! Between the mummers and the Easter timing, the mugging was likely for charity's sake. I'm also wondering if their spring timing is also a rebirth theme like Poor Old Hoss has?
I think I'm going to leave this as amorphously The North for this year, the episode could end up quite long if I keep going. Expect further traditions in future Christmas specials, we aren't even done with the British Isles yet, then wider Europe awaits!
SECTION BREAK – A Quick Advert for a Fantasy Tale
One final thing before I wrap this episode up. Some creatives I'm proud to know have begun a fantasy audio drama called The Fate of Korr. The first few episodes are out now, with regular instalments resuming from January 24th. Tiding the tale over through the holidays, they have been releasing Winter lore for the setting, and we have one of them to share here:
RECORDING - vinterzeuers
If that sounds like your kind of thing, go check out The Fate of Korr online for more.
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So.... LukeLore's sixth Christmas. Where did all that time go? I confuse myself referring to my online transcripts sometimes, so sure something I remember must have been in a recent topic, only to have to scroll on through the literal years. And I'm STILL not quite out of Christmas monsters! Although I may have to ration them going forwards. We have Poor Old Hoss, Old Ball, and the Lord of Misrule to add to our growing archive of seasonal oddities now.
Happy Insert Preferred Holidays here. Go forth and grab an assortment of them; making for a great time with friends, family, and community through the darkest times of the year! I'm aiming to have a Yule feast on Saturday 21st, a light Christmas Eve meal with my mum, a big Christmas dinner Christmas day with my Partner's family, and then an astounding amount of cheese on Boxing Day. Some sort of Indian Banquet is likely around New Year's, too. You don't need to pick just one, let the Winter Revels roll ever onwards!
Blessed Yuletidings and a Merry Christmas from LukeLore.
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