My Grandmother was Lithuanian, so it’s more kucia and Mother Perchta and fish soup for supper.
So just remember - don’t you be spinning on the holiday and be sure to be good after you get your presents or Mother Perchta will grab you in the middle of the night and - if you’re LUCKY - she will throw you in her sack made out of the skins of bad children and use your skin for sewing and you’ll spend the rest of your life working her mines with no skin on how will THAT feel?!
And if you’re NOT lucky she’ll slit open your tummy and pull out your guts and stuff you full of straw and sew you up with an anchor chain.
Not sure who really is the winner in that arrangement.
Anyway, have a very merry :) And don’t forget to put out some fresh cheese for Gnasher Skaggie, Mother Perchta’s goat (who is both her son and her lover) who she rides through the night.
Oh, she knows with whom you’re sleeping!
She knows with whom you wake!
She knows just what you’re thinking!
So DON’T THINK for GODDESS sake.
Cause Mother Perchta is coming to town.
And, yeah, Yule in my family is pretty cool :) If you survive.
I hope you have a merry Christmas, however you celebrate it :)