I need to confess something. Because I don't want you to have to wrong impression about me. It's this: I don't orchestrate as many personal rituals as one might think. And my altars are often accidental. As an example, here's how Monday's full moon went here at Darkwood. I …
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Santa Claus
I've always loved Christmas. And I've always believed in Santa Claus. I believed in Santa unquestioningly until the 4th grade when one of my friends told me he didn't exist. This friend made perfect sense, describing the parents loading the stockings after the kids had gone to bed and …
