Joy looms—on Gobelynjól!

Glad Wednesday to ye, mortals! Rejoice, for this Friday at 8PT, we celebrate GOBELYNJÓL! Our dearest goblin friend Slurs the Toilet (aka LUX) joins us to share gay tidings of the goblins’ Wintry holiday. Bring thy finest trash, & a sense of gleeful curiosity, with ye on Friday at 8PT for GOBELYNJÓL!

Now, to my Yuletide Adventure: in Monday’s missive, I shared the weekend’s debacle, wherein I found myself banished from Santa’s realm altogether.

I wove cantrips of warmth about me, & hiked a pilgrimage of penance across the snows. I cursed myself, I cursed the cold. I cursed the wretched Kringle-stone, & the villain who sent it to Santa Claus. I cursed the snow, & the aurora. I cursed the very world, & all the mortals in it, who could behave so savagely that St. Nicholas would lose faith in them.

But how would curses help anything? How could I restore his faith in mortal-kind, if I lost mine, too? I gazed up sheepishly to the glowing skies, & apologized to this world…this world! Ho ho, of course! More the fool, me, to have thought so narrowly!

I have traversed the Santaverse many times, met Clauses of ev’ry kind—surely, there are worse worlds than this world? With Clauses who keep their faith, & carry out their Christmasly duties?

A new path, shining with hope: I shall visit other worlds, & recruit the help of Clauses from worse worlds to encourage ours! Assuming, of course, there are worse worlds. There must be some…yes?

My journey continues Saturday! Catch up on all my Yuletide Adventures right here.

Thank ye for reading, mortals! & thank ye humbly to all who can & do support our works here with coin.

I hope ye shall join us Friday to celebrate blessèd GOBELYNJÓL! I shall write ye Saturday afternoon, with the next steps on my Yuletide Adventure. ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & remember to bring GLORIOUS TRASH.

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Goblin-Knower