Friday, December 3, 2010
The Yule Goat
"Mother, hurry. We’ll be late for the Yule Festival," Annika shouted.
"I’ll be down in a moment. I’m gathering the clove spiked apples and oranges. Have Anker collect some boughs from the pine trees in the yard and tell Anton to gather a bushel of wheat. And . . .," her breathless mother responded.
"Yes. All is taken care of. I have the holly and mistletoe throughout the house. We have to go. We’ll miss the Yule log and the Yule goat ceremony," whined a frustrated Annika.
"And wassail to you too," Mother toasts as she rushes past with her spiced cider.
Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons, Udo Schroter.
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