Goth Chick News: The Dead of Winter by Sarah Clegg is the Perfect December Read
One of my earliest holiday memories is watching Reginald Owen in the 1938 black and white classic A Christmas Carol on the local Chicago channel, at 6pm on Christmas Eve. It was (and still is) one of my favorite traditions, and to my young self, it felt patently unfair that you had to be a grouchy old man to be visited by ghosts on Christmas – well those first few, at least.
Being of first-generation Swedish descent, the stories that were told at my family gatherings in the cold of winter always had a bit of darkness about them. I remember Grandma telling me about the Julbock (the Yule Goat) who kept an eye on me for Kris Kringle. She had a large one made from straw which she moved around her house like an Elf on the Shelf, and which today is the holiday centerpiece on my own dining room table. To the Swedes, the Yule Goat represented the thin boundary between life and death during the long, dark nights of winter.