Remembering the Reason for the Season

So now that Thanksgiving’s over and the leftovers in the fridge are slowly dwindling, it’s time to turn our attention to the upcoming holiday season. And I’d just like to take a minute to remind each of us to remember the *true* reason for this holiday.

With commercialization, and vacation scheduling, and all those other things, it can be easy for us to forget. Even the carols we listen to quickly become mere words, and we no longer remember their true import.

Think about it. Really. Those carols are not just empty words:

Up from the sea, from underground
Down from the sky, they’re all around
They will return: mankind will learn
New kinds of fear when they are here

The traditions we enjoy have a much deeper meaning, and one that we lose far too easily, I fear. The twinkling lights on the Christmas tree were originally there to remind us of the stars, and of the threat that looms like an ominous shadow over everything we love: on that winter solstice night when the stars are right, the Great Old Ones will awake from the slumber of death once more, to wreak destruction and terror on all mankind, exposing our existence for the hollow and purposeless shell it is.

We have no hope on that day but to pledge our souls in service to the Elder Gods, so that we may be devoured first, spared the long slow spiral down into gibbering madness.

So as the nights grow longer and the days grow shorter, take some time out of your hectic schedule to meditate on the coming of the Great Old Ones. Should the stars not align properly in the heavens this year, and humanity be granted yet another year of our tiny, meaningless existance before the Crawling Chaos covers us all, breathe a sigh and exchange presents with those close to you in thanks.

Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Ftaghn!

28 thoughts on “Remembering the Reason for the Season

  1. Every year I listen to this album:

    It’s beginning to look a lot like fish-men
    Everywhere I go;
    From the minute I got to town
    And started to look around
    I thought these ill-bred people’s gillslits showed.
    I’m beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
    Right outside my door,
    As I try to escape in fright
    To the moonlit Innsmouth night
    I can hear some more.

    They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes
    A profound desire to flee
    Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink
    Like a carcass washed up from the sea.

    I wish I’d paid attention to that crazy drunken man.
    He tried to warn me all about old Marsh’s Deep One clan.

    It’s beginning to look a lot like Fish-men
    Everywhere I go;
    They can dynamite Devil Reef,
    but that’ll bring no relief,
    Y’ha N’thlei is deeper than they know.
    I’ll continue to see a lot of fish-men
    That I guarantee.
    For the fish-man I really fear
    is the one who’s in the mirror
    And he looks like me.
    He looks just like me.

  2. Every year I listen to this album:

    It’s beginning to look a lot like fish-men
    Everywhere I go;
    From the minute I got to town
    And started to look around
    I thought these ill-bred people’s gillslits showed.
    I’m beginning to hear a lot of fish-men
    Right outside my door,
    As I try to escape in fright
    To the moonlit Innsmouth night
    I can hear some more.

    They speak with guttural croaks and to hear them provokes
    A profound desire to flee
    Their eyes never blink and quite frankly they stink
    Like a carcass washed up from the sea.

    I wish I’d paid attention to that crazy drunken man.
    He tried to warn me all about old Marsh’s Deep One clan.

    It’s beginning to look a lot like Fish-men
    Everywhere I go;
    They can dynamite Devil Reef,
    but that’ll bring no relief,
    Y’ha N’thlei is deeper than they know.
    I’ll continue to see a lot of fish-men
    That I guarantee.
    For the fish-man I really fear
    is the one who’s in the mirror
    And he looks like me.
    He looks just like me.

    • It disappeared off of the net for a while following a storm of C&D orders from Jack Chick, who for some reason didn’t care for the reinterpretation. I counted myself among the fortunate few who’d saved a copy. 🙂

      Of course, the net being what it is, it was only a matter of time before it resurfaced to terrorize us all again. Much like Great Cthulhu himself!

      IA!

  3. Okay, this is TOO bizarre!!!

    “Up from the sea, from underground
    Down from the sky, they’re all around
    They will return: mankind will learn
    New kinds of fear when they are here”

    Those were the last lyrics that came out of my iTunes. I quit the app, switched to FireFox, loaded my friends page, looked down, and saw your post. Less than 10 seconds from hearing to reading.

    Very shortly I suspect that I really WILL be Away in a Madhouse!

  4. Okay, this is TOO bizarre!!!

    “Up from the sea, from underground
    Down from the sky, they’re all around
    They will return: mankind will learn
    New kinds of fear when they are here”

    Those were the last lyrics that came out of my iTunes. I quit the app, switched to FireFox, loaded my friends page, looked down, and saw your post. Less than 10 seconds from hearing to reading.

    Very shortly I suspect that I really WILL be Away in a Madhouse!

  5. It disappeared off of the net for a while following a storm of C&D orders from Jack Chick, who for some reason didn’t care for the reinterpretation. I counted myself among the fortunate few who’d saved a copy. 🙂

    Of course, the net being what it is, it was only a matter of time before it resurfaced to terrorize us all again. Much like Great Cthulhu himself!

    IA!

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