OH MY!

How did I not know about Krampus! Krampus is a Shadow Santa Claus who appears, it would seem, from the end of November through and up to Christmas. When the big Claus appears. I love Krampus and had I known of him would have been celebrating all along. He looks like a stealer of children, does he not? Of course I’ll have to read up more about this creature of myth and lore.

Originally Published by, and From Atlantic Monthly magazine

A Visit From Krampus—Saint Nick’s Dark Companion

While tales of Saint Nicholas feature him bringing gifts to good boys and girls, ancient folklore in Europe’s Alpine region also speaks of Krampus, a frightening beastlike creature who emerges during the Yule season, looking for naughty children to punish in horrible ways—or possibly to drag back to his lair in a sack. Krampus associations in villages hold parades without Saint Nick, frightening children on Krampusnacht, chasing them and hitting them with sticks, during an (often alcohol-fueled) run through the dark streets.

Merry Christmas

To All…

…And to all, a good night

Pounded out of 18K gold, lined with diamonds and pearls. The tree of wishes and light. May we all have golden thoughts of Peace, and diamonds that light our paths and give us compassion for ourselves as well as all beings on earth. May Pearls of love surround us and give us strength to move on and upward, until the heavens be our home, and our Spirits soar free.

Merry Christmas

              …From The Past

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Yes. Dropped from the sky, a vision of the past. In my past my grandfather was an engineer on the Great Northern Railroad. I was quite proud of that. At every railroad track where we were required to wait while the train rumbled past, we watched carefully and hollered out, “There’s one!” at every Great Northern car that passed.

In Doctor Zhivago (the movie) a train carrying Trotsky goes rumbling past at great speed while the whistle screamed. It was breathtaking.

Trains were the arteries of the past, pumping magic and mystery along with the great turning wheels and screeching brakes. Every child dreamed of jumping onboard one of the open cars to be carried like a bum onto the next town. In my dreams sometimes I still see a railroad station where I stand, waiting for the next zephyr to come screaming down to take me somewhere, somewhere as yet unseen. And it’s always snowing, sometimes for Christmas.