When Sasquatch ventured back again The scoop shovel was standing straight up on end It stood there straight, it stood there bold When he tried to grab it, only his shadow took hold “Strange, is it true? Am I only a legend, a story told?” “A mythical creature like Skinwalkers of old?” After he couldn’t get the scoop He wondered what he would tell the group Are they real or surreal or just mythical beings Stradling dimensions, mostly unseen By humans stuck between two and fourth Who sometimes get a sighting as he slips between floors An anomaly that ripples space and time’s clear hue A slight tear in the fabric that offers a view Whether the story is true or simply belied As the Sasquatch scoop shovel saga unfolds So go discoveries in darkness and cold
“Sasquatch can slip through dimensions and grab kitties for breakfast? We think you need to leave Sasquatch be Paparazzo I am, and fix us a plate of green eggs and ham!”
Marble: “I’m not afraid of no stinking inter-dimensional Sasquatch! Spunk will whip Sasquatch with his tail, make art out of him, and then kick his butt again!”
Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon When darkness would give way to twilight soon Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel Onto the beach where he spied a shovel What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder? Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way It’ll have to wait for another day
“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”
Dawn
Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”
Rainbow sun smiles on Christmas Eve Families decorate their dead Festive scenes of joy for those Now ghosts of Christmas past Who rejoice in silence over love Shared by those who don’t forget Loved ones who were, and will always be In their thoughts, their hearts, their memories
T’was the night before St. Nick’s Day And all through the house All the kitties were hiding Just like a mouse
Why was that? You might ask What was the cause? There was one on the prowl Known as the old Spunkus Klaws
He hunted bad kitties To have them for dinn He was ruthless it seems At rooting out sin
Was he succesful, you ask? Did the kitties get caught? Seems Spunkus finding sinners Washed out, all for naught
As the sun rose on St. Nick’s Day With a sigh of relief, so did the cats To celebrate goodness for this and that While Spunkus Klaws sat down and spat
He growled and he hissed He scratched on the pole On the wall he pissed For missing his goal
With a new pheromone collar Firmly in place Spunkus Klaws was much calmer And ready for peace
As Christmas approaches The household gets ready The birds, and the cats Jake and the roaches
For the mean old Spunkus To become a nice Claws like Santa To purr for love and peace And dance the Kittycabana
Spunkus Klaws: “Aye, pathetic pile of paparazzo puke! I’ll scratch your eyes out and have you for dinn with all the other sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties!”
Spunkus Klaws looks everywhere for sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties.
Gwendolyn: “Ich schwöre, ich war brav!”
“Watcha doin’, Marble?” “Shhhh! I’m hiding from Spunkus Klaws.”
“Pole! Pole! Please unwind, and tell me where I can find… those insolent kitty Katstards!”
Loki: “Ha! Bring it on, Spunkus Klaws!”
“Oh! No! A new phermone collar. I feel myself weakening, and sucumbing to niceness…”
“AAAAaaaarrrrrrrggggg!!!”
Happy to see you back to normal, Spunk!
And then there is Krampus! Tristan, Craig, Shelby, and Sean drove to Munich Sunday morning to see the Krampus Parade and sent us photos. If you don’t know about Krampus, here’s a quick rundown:
Pagan Roots Krampus is thought to originate in pre-Christian pagan traditions, possibly linked to winter spirits or underworld deities. When Christianity spread through the Alps, these older beliefs weren’t erased—they were absorbed and reinterpreted.
Christian Integration By the Middle Ages, Krampus became the dark counterpart to St. Nicholas: St. Nicholas rewards good children
Krampus punishes the bad He’s typically depicted with horns, cloven hooves, chains, and birch rods, sometimes carrying a sack to cart off misbehaving children.
Krampusnacht On December 5 (Krampusnacht, the night before St. Nicholas Day), young men dress as Krampus and roam the streets, rattling chains and frightening onlookers. These events—called Krampusläufe—range from traditional to rowdy public parades.
Suppression and Revival The Church and later governments periodically tried to ban or suppress Krampus as too pagan or disorderly.
In the 20th and 21st centuries, Krampus saw a major cultural revival, spreading beyond Europe into global pop culture.
The photos below were taken by Shelby, Sean and Tristan. The videos were shot by Craig.
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