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    A Merry Mythos Christmas

    "It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind." - H.P. Lovecraft, The Festival

    Many people enjoy working a little festivity into their roleplaying games, and there really is no reason that Christmas should not be workable into any Mythos chronicle, Keeper and investigators willing. Below are some rough ideas Keepers may use for inspiration in adding a bit of Christmas to their games.

    The Cosmic Christmas
    Christmas occurs near the time of the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, when the Earth is tilted farthest from the sun. This is rarely exactly on Christmas day, but occurs almost invariable during the Christmas season. At this precise point in the long cycle of the year, the night is at its longest, the sun at its most distance. At this cosmological moment among all others in a calendar year, certain things that hate light or dwell in the darkness beyond this world may be closer than at any other time - a portentous night for such beings and forces to interact.

    The Flight of the Nightgaunts occurs annually on the winter solstice, in the northern hemisphere. From some secret holes, the Nightgaunts emerge as a great mass, flitting silently in a tremendous migration to commune with Nodens in the Abyss beyond the world. Many cults and wise men mark their flight, seeking to divine omens in the beatings of their wings, or timing the black miracle with a saturnalia and blasphemous rites of their own.
    Using the Flight: Barring tremendous magic, the investigators can do little to stem the migration of the Nightgaunts; the event works best as an event of supernature, as implacable as an eruption or earthquake, and likely as unexpected. Cults do not trigger the flight of the nightgaunts, they celebrate it. Ideally, the investigators should be dealing with a cult ceremony on the solstice, and the appearance of the nightgaunts is a complete surprise - and perhaps a means for a prominent NPC to escape on the back of a nightgaunt, not to be seen again for some time, if at all. Witnessing the mass migration of the nightgaunts costs 1d10/2d10 sanity - these are mythos beings in their hundreds and their thousands, at the height of their power.

    The Christmas Star related to in the stories of the Nativity has many possible cosmic sources, and innumerable scholars have searched the ancient records of astrologers and stargazers in an effort to ascertain the date and substance of the event. Most promising, perhaps, is an unexplicable comet or nova seen in 5 B.C. - which would generally coincide with the possible true date of the Nativity.
    Using the Star: Certain cosmic phenomena are momentary, occuring once and then never repeating. However, an eminent astrophysicist believes that the object taken as the Christmas Star in 5 B.C. - actually a comet - will return once again this year, appearing brightly in the sky as it approaches the Earth again after a circuit of nearly two thousand years. The investigators may be invited to his distant observatory, located high in the hills and away from thelights of the city, to better observe the event. Unfortunately for the investigators and their friend, the object is no mere comet, but a fragment of far Yuggoth, torn from that black planet in some terrible catastrophe. Inscribed on that mere fragment are horrible, portentuous signs - and worse, for crawling on it still are terrible inhabitants, trapped for millenia. 1d4/1d6 Sanity loss to view these things through the telescope, and the sight of it will haunt the investigator's dreams for months as the distant entities endeavor to contact the investigators based on that brief, brief contact.

    The Pagan Christmas
    The original date of the Nativity was never determined accurately, since by the time of its celebrations the event had passed from living memory. So instead, the old heirophants fixed the date to coincide with the major pagan celebrations, which it eventually subsumed and replaced. Gone, in the space of a thousand years, were the Bacchanalia and Saturnalia of the Romans, the Yuletide of the northern countries, and many other events. As Christianity gained power and its influence and culture spread, elements of the old pagan rites were adapted into the holiday, or possibly their significance was hidden from the priests as Christian traditions. In this way, Christmas has become the defacto inheritor of many a curious habit, which may trace ultimately to a mythos source.

    The Warding of Yibb-Tstll was one such festival replaced, in time, by Christmas. The tradition is strongest in Serbia, where each father who follows the old way is supposed to conduct a small ritual before cutting down a yule tree, and bringing the log home. The log is lit in a solemn ceremony, the sparks are watched as they float up the chimney, and the log is watched to ensure that it burns throughout the night. Much of this rite is forgotten of course, and not every household observes it. None save a few hoary old men and women still remember why it is observed, and they keep to the rite in the old way, for in truth it is an old spell to ward off the influence of Yibb-Sttll, the Patient One, who waits for the old magic to finally be forgotten.
    Using the Warding: The investigators are caught in a sudden storm, but are given refuge on a Christmas eve by an old Serbian gentleman. Outside the house, the snow begins to fall in sticky black flakes, and a monster in a green robe is seen, just beyond the light of the windows...and growing closer. The old man stokes the log and intones his prayer, and assures them that they will be safe here...so long as the yule log burns throughout the night. Outside, Yibb-Tstll circles and waits, patiently.

    Pagan origins are attributed to many of the more curious Christmas traditions, such as the Julebukk of Scandinavia, when the worship of Thor included that of his goats. It was common then for a "goat" to burst into a party, join the singers and dancers, "die" and "return to life." The tradition persisted for centuries, before finally being forbidden, and eventually returned in a more modest form. Today, "julebukking" continutes, and many Scandinavian communities include a Yule Goat as an ornament, unaware of the original source.

    The Sacrifice of Shub-Niggurath is a remnant of Mythos worship concealed by cultists in the Yule Goat tradition - indeed, they claim it is the original rite from which the modern acts and ornaments derive. The rite involves a true spawn of the Goat of the Thousand Woods, who is summoned by the revelry (actually a form of the Call Spawn of Shub-Niggurath spell, requiring 1 Magic point per participant). The presence of the mythos-entity causes the wild celebration to devolve into an actual orgy. At some point during the festivities the spawn's strength will flag from its carnal celebrations, and the cult leader will kill it with an enchanted knife. The cultists will then feast on the flesh of the spawn, and any children conceived during the rite will be Spawn of Shub-Niggurath when they are born.
    Using the Sacrifice: Should the investigators stumble across this rite - or its preparations - they will likely be captured by the cult and stuck in a giant wicker Yule Goat for the duration of the festivities. Of course, unless they manage to escape, the Yule Goat will be set alight with the investigators still inside!

    The Christian Christmas
    Most Christian denominations see Christmas as a high holy day, celebrated through solemn masses, recitations of the scripture, and hymns of praise and thanksgiving. The exact schedule of events depends highly on the country and church, for the many different varieties of Christians have their own rituals and histories.

    Tcho-Tcho Christmas is celebrated by a remnant of the tcho-tchos who have converted to a particular Christian sect. They believe that Jesus made pilgrimage to Leng, where he studied magic and the lore of the Great Old Ones at the feet of the tcho-tcho High Lama of Leng, and that his worship incorporates aspects of the strange corpse-cult religion of their forefathers. Considered nigh-heretical by the other tcho-tchos, this sub-sect celebrates Christmas in their own way, combining the traditional hymns, decorations, and mass with heretical liturgies dedicated to Hastur and other entities.
    Using Tcho-Tcho Christmas: On the surface, Tcho-Tcho Christmas greatly resembles any other syncretized religion, investigators will likely not even be able to distinguish the Tcho-tchos from any other Asiatic subgroup until they see sure signs of something amiss - blood grooves on the alter, tcho-tcho children proudly displaying Santa Claus dolls with actual claws and sharp teeth, the abundance of missing children signs going up around Chinatown in the days leading up to the holiday...

    The Cthulhu Mythos is, at its origins and for the majority of its authors, a secular affair unbound by human notions of religion and holy days. That is not the case for every author, of course. Some choose to believe that Christianity bears with it at least some potence against the Old Ones and their servants on Earth, and if ever that time was best to prey on such sentiment, it's during Christmas.

    The New Herod is a mythos-obssessed scholar who wishes to kill all those children born on Christmas Day - for fear that among them will be a new Christian messiah. The exact details of their beliefs may be confused or unclear; the scholar may believe that the child is a reincarnation of Cthulhu, or the actual spawn of Yog-Sothoth. Whatever the case, he is intent on re-enacting Herod's massacre of the newborn.
    Using Herod: Humanity, in its desperation and cruelty, can be as horrific as some of the worst Mythos monsters. The terrible nature of Herod's intended crime should cause the investigators to pursue them - in any given encounter, the scholar will attempt to defend his point of view with a mishmash of Christian and Mythos ideas and superstitions, equating the Black Madonna with an avatar of Nyarlathotep and the child as "the heir of the Old Ones." Whether he has any semblance of being right or not is up to the Keeper.

    The Secular Christmas
    Despite over a thousand years of Christian domination in Europe, Christmas is seen by many as a mere secular holiday, commercialized to the point of unrecognizability. In the 1920s, the popular conception of Santa Claus as we know him was beginning to gel, but was not widespread - and would not be until Coca-Cola used him for advertising in the 1930s. However, the Christmas holiday was gaining more precedence and aspects of the modern festive season we know today.

    White Rock Beverages began using the image of Santa Claus to sell Mineral Water in 1915. Very popular around Christmas time, the bottled water came from the White Rock natural spring in Waukesha, Wisconsin. Native Americans and settlers in the area believed the spring waters had magical powers.
    Using White Rock: The spring is actually a gateway to the Dreamlands, and the waters bottled with Santa's image flow from the cold rivers in the lands of Mnar. The investigators may discover this when they find a special Christmas present in their latest bottle of White Rock mineral water around Christmas time - a small Elder Sign, shaped as a stone five-pointed star with a curious cartouche in the center.

    Department store Santas is a tradition begun in 1890, and by the 1920s around Christmas time Santas can be found in every shape, size, and color on the streets and corners of New York City and Boston. Whether thin Father Christmases or jolly old elves in the Dutch and Nordic traditions, Santas are a very familar sight in the United States and even in Britain.

    Christmas Ghosts are an old tradition, when relatives would sit around after the feast and tell stories of treasure and horror. The critical turning point in this tradition, of course, was the 1843 A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, which depicted the ghosts of Christ Past, Present, and Yet to Come, but many other supernatural tales circulated, particularly from noted scholar M.R.James.
    Using the Ghosts: Yog-Sothoth is the gate and the key, and Dickens' "ghosts" are shadows and fragments of a character who has stepped outside of time, and come back to warn his self. Investigators who happen upon a trio of Christmas ghosts of their own are essentially seeing a mirror image of themselves as they might have been, might be, and might yet become - 1d4/1d6 Sanity loss. The images are themselves intangible, but may utter warnings or provide cryptic advice, remind the investigator of clues that they have missed, or foreshadow events that the Keeper plans for later in the chronicle.

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    You've got some great ideas there!
    I think it would be great to use a retelling of A Christmas Carol for an adventure. Scrooge could hire the investigators to get the ghosts out of his house, rather than being redeemed, and the ghosts lead to darker secrets.

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    You have elves as Santa's helpers, we have other, less benevolent looking lads. The krampusz (plural: krampuszok). These fellows look remarkably like men of Leng:

    http://hetedhetorszag.hu/userfiles/images/at_121-1.jpg

    http://www.lyberty.com/blog/2006/12/krampus.jpg

    http://www.nashvillescene.com/imager...8/krampus1.jpg

    By the way, it originaly was an Austrian tradition.
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    Oh my god, those are all fantastic ideas!

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    The Tinsel of Yuggoth
    There are certain parallels between Christmas celebration and the bizarre activities of the Fungi from Yuggoth - whether this be a mere outrageous chance, or something that harkens back to before the age of man, remains a mystery to even the most dedicated scholars. So it is...with the tinsel of Yuggoth.

    In isolated northern climes, in the darkest forests far from human habitation there come in certain seasons reports of trees decked out with ropes of curious metal, exactly like a Christmas tree. The shredded metal is bright, and glimmers silver or gold depending on how the light touches it, and is dreadfully cold to the touch - cold enough to burn any ungloved hand that touches it! (1 HP damage for a brief contact, 1 HP/minute for prolonged contact)

    These tinsel-laden trees always mark the outer boundaries of certain mines (a successful Occult roll will recall legends of silver mines guarded by gnomes). Erudite scholars of the mythos (successful Cthulhu mythos roll) claim that the Fungi from Yuggoth deck these trees themselves, playing it out with pole-arm like tools and curious scissor-blades and that the tinsel-laden trees are rarely left out for more than four to six weeks, with the Fungi emerging every few nights to bask in the moonlight reflected from the decked tree.

    Using the Tinsel: A scrap of the curious tinsel (actually a radioactive ore with high silver content, extruded by certain worm-like entities the Fungi from Yuggoth use in mining) can provide the impetus to begin research into its origins; a trip to the library or discussion around local wilderness men can turn up tales of the curious "Christmas trees" and a general location for a more thorough search. Should the investigators take too long, the Fungi from Yuggoth will be gone - leaving only a rough circle of trees marked with a strange spiral burned into their limbs and trunk.
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    Yup, loving this. Keep it up, AncientHistory.

    I'm totally stealing these for a Christmas scenario!

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    What the fhtagn? Why was this thread moved here?
    [/edit]Okay. S'all good now.
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    A merry misunderstanding?


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    The Night of Silence is a phenomena attributed by many to Ithaqua, the Wind Walker, God of the Cold White Silence. At daybreak a cold wind blows through a house, a street, even a village or town, and takes with it every sound, leaving nothing but perfect silence until the following morning. No siren can be heard, no voice, no clatter of dropped pan or urgent horn. By the morning of the following day, all is calm and still. Sorcerers often flee the effect, since without incantations most of their magic is useless. Normal people have difficulty adapting to the all-encompassing silence (loss 1/1d2 sanity an hour), and the loss of sound often brings out darker thoughts and instincts - after all, why not break the shop window? No one will hear the crash, no siren or alarm will sound. Why not commit bloody murder, since no scream will bring aid or assistance? A gun could be fired the very room, and no one would hear a thing...
    Using the Silence: The Night of Silence is something to be endured, not combated. There is rarely a true source for the event, no way to end it prematurely. Communication between players must generally depend on notes and signs. It can be used to spice up an otherwise unchallenging scenario for experienced investigators, or be used on its own to see how the players cope as the townsfolk slowly give in to what they can do when no one can hear them. On the other hand, the Night of Silence may be deliberately invoked by a Contact Ithaqua spell in order to give the investigators an advantage against a mythos entity whose attacks rely on sound - perhaps a banshee or the abominable humming of the Mi-Go - but the Lord of the Cold White Silence will demand a price...

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    This is a fascinating thread with some great ideas. While I am not generally a fan of Chaosium's monographs, I think expanding this theme into a monograph would be a great idea.
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    The Nativity is the principal focus of the celebration of Christmas, and since ancient times a number of beliefs, myths, and extensions have been added to the original story. Biblical scholars have debated and deliberated over every aspect and record, and traditions from the early years of the Church to the Renaissance have elaborated on the names, nature, and backgrounds of every participant - from the origins of the three Magi to the dispensation of the Christ-child's umbilical cord. Some of these stories bear the hint of truth, while others are more fanciful. One sure thing is that as the years pass, the stories will be added to, forgotten, and perhaps rediscovered. There is a powerful synchronicity between the portentous birth of Christ and the Mythos, which includes a sort of blasphemous parody in the form of characters such as Wilbur Whateley.

    The Dunwich Nativity refers to the birth of Wilbur Whateley, and perhaps other children of Yog-Sothoth - children who are typically conceived by unnatural means, in out-of-the-way places, and their births marked by unusual astrological phenomena - a nova, a comet, or perhaps a conjunction of planets and stars that mars the sky day and night. Time and space may bend around such momentous events, and attract strange characters, wise in obscure arts, who can divine their true meaning. Such a thing occurred in 1913, in the barn of a decrepit farmhouse in Massachusett's Miskatonic Valley.
    Using the Nativity: It's a cold night, possibly raining or foggy, and the investigators become lost. They find themselves on an old country road, traveling with another - a strange figure with an Eastern air and Oriental cast to his features, an erudite scholar who is chasing a burning nova overhead toward some momentous event. With him he carries a gift for the child - The Necronomicon. The investigators, placed in the beginning of an old and somewhat familiar story, will be forced to come to terms with its bizarre twists and turns as they travel with their new companion toward the 1913 Nativity of Wilbur Whateley...and his brother(s). Along the way they may pass shepherds, whose flocks have suffered from stillbirths and bizarre mutations - things with too many limbs or heads, that must be put down, and other wise men may join them, bearing their own sinister gifts...at the end is Lavina Whateley, her anxious father acting as midwife...

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    The Doom That Came to Christmas
    Through accident or design, the investigators arrive at the remote, ice-bound village of Norsvald - an old place locked in perpetual winter, whose houses are of almost unbelievable primitiveness, including a great old wooden church, beautiful in the pale sunlight from the many ice-cicles that hang off its rearing spars and shingles, and improbably deplete of modern convenience such as telephone or telegraph line or gas generators. The locals are almost amazingly reclusive and innurred to the freezing cold, and mostly speak a gutteral and ancient dialect of Norwegian, though the priest of the church is fluent in English and ecclesiastical Latin. The investigators are rescued or welcomed, but the weather worsens from a winter storm into a full and intense blizzard and there is no source of heat, causing them to slowly freeze to death. But it is the Christmas time, and the whole town attends the midnight mass, bringing the half-frozen investigators with them, and the old priest works his way through the ceremony and into the sermon, discussing the history of this town - half in the old Norwegian, half in Latin, dipping only occasionaly into English - speaking of some great catastrophy, how the small Christian village persecuted the last of their pagan neighbors, and suffered a terrible curse, but survived by shear faith and force of will, even as they were forced to travel north, farther north, into the eternal snows...if by now the investigators have not started a fire, the minister will set fire to his own church, to save the investigators. And in that great flame the villagers will stand, almost basking in the warmth as their church burns...and their features will start to flow. The flesh will melt and drip from their bones, corruption pooling about their feet, even as the heat brings life back to the investigators. The priest, now little more than a shambling revenant, finishes the Christmas blessing as the villagers slowly succumb. As the wooden steeple collapses, the storm breaks, and the investigators are left in the ruins of a village that died centuries ago.

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    Y'know, given a few pages I might have made something about that one. What I think I was getting at is...the old Roman sacra where we get sacred and sacrifice from, it can mean either a blessing or a curse. Someone or something that is sacred is literally set apart, given up to be the property of something else, outside the system. There is a very strong theme of sacrifice in Christmas, and that's maybe the part of the holiday I like best: the O. Henry story about the gift of the magi, the little match girl lighting her sticks in the darkness. It's sad and its terrible and it is great, and if there is a day we set aside as separate from others to give something to someone else, to give of ourselves if nothing else...well, I like that. It's okay for Christmas to be a little sad and terrible, if it is great and powerful as well. Many times with the Mythos, we don't really strive for the great and terrible - bleakness and horror are generally the lot, small successes against cultists and things measured in infinities. So let me try again.

    The Last Necronomicon
    The wizard had broken into the Miskatonic University Library, and stolen the Necronomicon. The investigators had discovered the theft, pieced together the identity of the thief while the police were baffled, and pursued him and his small daughter as they fled through Lovecraft Country in the dead of winter. They had been to his crumbling old house on the outskirts of Dunwich, knew what he planned, the things from outside that would come through, and so they pursued him. To stop him, maybe they would have to kill him. Maybe he had followers. Who knew what things he could summon, with that book in his possession? What monsters they would face? And so they nipped at his heels into the wilderness, through the dark night and the cold mornings, until they might actually lose him during a terrible storm - not a blizzard, but a rainy torrent that turns to ice in the unnatural cold, so that it is all the investigators can do to stay alive themselves. In the morning, the tracks erased, they follow a tiny curdle of smoke up into the sky. The old wizard is there in a shallow cave, cradling the pale, half-frozen girl-child in his arms, holding her near the tiny fire. A few scraps of parchment and blackened leather still among the coals.

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    Great thread. I'll add 2 of my own.

    Santa vs the Mythos
    Santa is in trouble and needs your help! The players are Delta Green agents that are summoned on a mission to infiltrate Santa's workshop and rescue him from an evil snowman and his cultist elves. This scenario was written for the 2011 RPG Geek Winter Holiday contest, but I never submitted. It is meant to be over the top, fun and not taken very seriously. The scenario is also about 90% complete, with a few things missing. Let me know if you actually run it.

    The First Christmas Carol
    The investigators are at a book discussion where the presenter is talking about a rare, but unverified, first draft of Dickens' The Christmas Carol. Instead of the normal story they know and love, the first draft is actually a recalling of some supernatural events Dickens experienced on Christmas Eve. Unbeknownst to the presenter, the draft contains a spell to summon the evil Christmas Spirit that Dickens struggled against and recorded in his story. As he reads it, the presenter faints and the discussion is over. When they leave the store, they find themselves transported back in time, 50 years earlier. The investigators will have to find the remaining fragments of the first draft that contain the spell to banish the Spirit. Each fragment is in a different time era (Christmas past, Christmas present and Christmas yet-to-come). (This is an idea I had and started to flesh out but didn't get a chance to fully do so.)

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    Winter is a dead season, when snows cover much of the world and the plants look withered and dead...save for the evergreens, who remain lively and green even covered in frost and snow, a symbol of life in a dead, clean world. The Christmas tree is traditionally an evergreen, and the wreaths that adorn doors and mantels are made from evergreen branches, their heady resins adding to the familiar smells of the season. Most trace the tradition back to Medieval Germany, but others cite ancient and pagan tree-worship going back into the dim recesses of pre-human memory.

    The Little People of Arthur Machen's stories are a stunted pre-human race of troglodytes, akin to Robert E. Howard's Worms of the Earth. Even down to the present day they live in the reclusive and hidden places, strange survivals from a more primitive time. Now they are rarely seen by humans...but once they had dealings with them, and perhaps shared rites at certain times of the year, in dark and lonely places. Bloody primal rites familiar to the druids of old.

    Blood and Oak
    In the deep midwinter, the folk of Dunharrow hang stockings on their doors or windowsills according to old tradition, but this year is different. The Little People have been called from their hills to perform a grim ritual and make sacrifice to the great oak tree deep in the forests...but their human celebrants has been unable to find a suitable sacrifice for the ancient rite, and the Little Folk lay siege to the house or small village, seeking an appropriate sacrifice to the great tree. Should they capture a living human (or if one is given freely to them), tiny obscene gold treasures will be placed in each of the village stockings on door and window.

    The death of so many trees may also arouse elemental horrors best left sleeping, such as the Pinefolk or shonokin from Manly Wade Wellman's mythos. These tree-folk are cruel and old, not dryads or ents but altogether more alien, and the sting of their limbs draws blood from soft human flesh, but they have little power outside the ancient woods where they dwell.

    The Pineys
    On a lonely road through the woods, a stand of young pine saplings suddenly appears in the middle of the road. If the player characters stop, they turn to find more saplings have grown up behind them - as if they had been there for three years. While never moving while in the players are watching them, not even swaying in the breeze, the pines slowly encircle them, perhaps herding them toward some ancient mouldering pile of bones...forresters of old, long though missing, whose ancient axes may be the player character's only chance at escape.

    While HPL's protoplasmic shape-shifters are the most well-known, other depictions of shoggoths sometimes give them as a kind of tree-spirit...carnivorous things whose limbs contain many biting mouths to prey on the flesh of nearby things. In the wild they are terrible enough monsters, but they are even more horrific when applied as a surprise. Some wizards and more intelligent mythos entities may know spells to convince these tree-shoggoths to conceal their natures for a time, so that the wary investigator learns at their peril that not every tree is what it seems.

    Oh Shoggoth, How Lovely Are Your Branches
    It is Christmas in Arkham, and in the central square the city has erected a massive Christmas tree for the season, donated by a member of the Whateley clan who owns a small but old and primeval stretch of woodland that some feckless ancestor bought off the Indians, who deemed the region accursed. This tree was at the center of the plot, a strange but magnificent tree of no known genus, so he dubbed it a Whateley Fir. He had it uprooted and brought live to the town square, and now the wives of Arkham have come together to decorat the tree with apples, yards of bright ribbon, candles, and other ornaments. Only a single professor at Miskatonic University realizes the danger, but none heed a professor of demonology on a simple Christmas tree...but should the massive shoggoth wake...

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