Tis the season to celebrate the Yule Cat!

The Yule Cat and Krampus
AKA The Perfect Storm

Icelandic Yule Cat
Tis the season to celebrate the Yule Cat!

The Yule Cat and Krampus
AKA The Perfect Storm

Icelandic Yule Cat
I have lived in the mountains, I have lived near the ocean and in comparing the two experiences I can safely say that if I had to choose one as the place I liked the best- my answer would be anywhere the snow sticks:

FOX LAKE WI
11-21-24
PHOTO JULIO MOSCOSO

FOX LAKE WISCONSIN
11-21-24
PHOTO JULIO MOSCOSO
If in the process the sticking snow involves a scary blizzard, well, that’s going to be a place where my new Zip code is.

FOX LAKE WISCONSIN
11-21-24
Photo JULIO MOSCOSO
Throw Back Post that I think is fun- it’s about Christmas and the tradition of telling ghost stories during the winter months:

Illustration by French impressionist Édouard Manet for the Stéphane Mallarmé translation of “The Raven”, 1875
Did you know that it was on bleak December evening that the Raven made his way into a scholar’s home, that in the dead of winter the Raven took it’s place above his chamber door where it perched on a bust of Pallas and drove the unnamed narrator of the poem stark raving mad?
I think everyone should know this because during the Victorian Era, telling ghost stories was the thing to do on those long, cold, dark evenings. When you look at it that way you can see that the Raven a Christmastime Ghost story as opposed to the Halloween story it has been morphed into.

The Raven (Le corbeau): Flying Raven (ex libris)
Édouard Manet1875
My own family would tell ghost stories during the winter- with the bulk of them being told during our Christmas gatherings.
We would always find a way to work stories about the supernatural into our gatherings, but during the winter there was a a tradition we followed without even realizing it.
We specifically told ghost stories- and all of them if you were to ask- were absolutely true.

Every winter there has been a slew of articles popping up on line advocating for bringing this tradition back.
If you aren’t into telling stories at gatherings, there are books with stories from the Victorian Era that focus on ghost stories that were told during Christmas/ Winter that you can pick up and enjoy instead:
I love this one:

The first-ever collection of Victorian Christmas ghost stories, culled from rare 19th-century periodicals
During the Victorian era, it became traditional for publishers of newspapers and magazines to print ghost stories during the Christmas season for chilling winter reading by the fireside or candlelight. Now for the first time thirteen of these tales are collected here, including a wide range of stories from a diverse group of authors, some well-known, others anonymous or forgotten. Readers whose only previous experience with Victorian Christmas ghost stories has been Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” will be surprised and delighted at the astonishing variety of ghostly tales in this volume.
Along with planning my family’s holiday meal- and as I cook and shop and hope for snow, I am also planning on what stories ( or Whoppers as my Grandpa Bert would call them ) I will be telling.
Here is a link to a great article about this tradition. It’s from 2017 and it’s informative and a great read- who knows? Maybe you’ll be inspired to try this out yourself:
A Plea to Resurrect the Christmas Tradition of Telling Ghost Stories

Last weekend I was feeling out of sorts, so I decided to pull out my Christmas tree lights to see if they needed replacing ( which they did, but I had two extra boxes for situations like that, so problem solved. ) and then I decided while I was at it, I should probably give my tree a going over because it’s in sad shape last year and if it needed replacing I had plenty of time to do that.
I put it together. I stood back. I wondered if my neighbors would notice if I tossed the entire tree into the trash, or if I should do the right thing and take it apart first.
What I saw after I assembled it was that my tree was mashed on one side because I had re-packed it wrong, but then I thought- oh what the Hell. It’s got character.
So went ahead and decorated it because I really didn’t want to take it apart again. I didn’t want to make a sneaky run to the dumpster. I mean, it was up and the lights were working so…let’s do this!
Not bad, I told myself when I had finished decorating it. Not bad at all.
Oh. Yeah. Krampus is my Christmas Tree Star.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
November 10., 2024
Over the years Hamish Macbeth has learned that when the tree is up and decorated it’s time for him to get his picture taken- which isn’t his favorite thing in the world to do but cookies are involved so he gives in.
This year he hit his mark without me asking and I was so happy I snapped his pictures super fast.

Photo A.M. Moscoso Hamish Macbeth November 10, 2024
I want to have something to celebrate and even the people I thought would be dancing in the streets aren’t dancing in the streets. They’re sitting in front of their TV’s and laptops, their phones clenched in one hand, a red cap in the other and they are waiting to hear the world is perfect now. They’re going to be sitting there for a very long time.
Last Halloween wasn’t exactly a fun time for me ( which is odd ). On my birthday ( aka Election Night ) the Monsters on Maple street arrived- and not in a fun way that monsters show up during the Halloween Season.

I’m not sure what Christmas will be like next year. All I know is that I have learned my lesson from the Halloween that wasn’t- is that want to find a way to celebrate Christmas- and I’ve decided to do it by jumping into it feet first.
Too bad I won’t be rewarded with a cookie or two.
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