All the preparations are done. Well, mostly. Don’t look too closely at the corners, because the human female missed some bits of sweeping, and there will be paperwork and bills and yardwork for the days after Yule (the human female pushed a dead tree over and now has to cut it up), but by and large, the humans are ready for their big holiday. Time to pause, and rest, and consider.
There’s still so much I don’t understand about Midgard, and about my place in it. And I suspect that, as a Jotun, I’m missing out on some of the significance of this holiday. There’s another aspect to it, something beyond gift wrapping and extra calories.
I think Sigyn has it, whatever it is. She has gone to Midnight Mass…
…while I’m here alone, shaking packages and hoping Fisi doesn’t short out the tree lights and burn the house down.
“Peace.” It’s a wonderful idea, and I know I should want it, at least for Sigyn, if not for myself. I guess it’s just not in my nature.
It’s a tough time of year to be a pagan deity…